Society and the World

Ez fer war, I call it murder— There you hev it plain an’ flat; I don’t want to go no furder Than my Testyment fer that.

Ez fer war, I call it murder— There you hev it plain an’ flat; I don’t want to go no furder Than my Testyment fer that.

And I honor the man who is willing to sink Half his present repute for the freedom to think, And, when he has thought, be his cause strong or weak, Will risk t’ other half for the freedom to speak.

And I honor the man who is willing to sink Half his present repute for the freedom to think, And, when he has thought, be his cause strong or weak, Will risk t’ other half for the freedom to speak.

Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne— Yet that scaffold sways the future, and, behind the dim unknown, Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above his own.

Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side.

Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side.

They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.

They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak.

They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak.

They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak.

Blessed are the horny hands of toil!

Thou shalt not covet, but tradition Approves all forms of competition.

Thou shalt not covet, but tradition Approves all forms of competition.

O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence.

No graven images may be Worshipped, except the currency.

No graven images may be Worshipped, except the currency.

Grace is given of God, but knowledge is bought in the market.

A solitary sail that rises White in the blue mist on the foam— What is it in far lands it prizes? What does it leave behind at home?

Oh let us love our occupations, Bless the squire and his relations, Live upon our daily rations, And always know our proper stations.

Oh let us love our occupations, Bless the squire and his relations, Live upon our daily rations, And always know our proper stations.

A minute’s success pays the failure of years.

But little do or can the best of us: That little is achieved through Liberty.

But little do or can the best of us: That little is achieved through Liberty.