_"Progress and Poverty!"_
The humblest laborer in our mills or mines
Is royal Thane beside those slavish churls;
The frugal farmer in our land to-day
Lives better than their kings--himself a king.
Lo every age refutes old errors still,
And still begets new errors for the next;
But all the creeds of politics or priests
Can't make one error truth, one truth a lie.
There is no religion higher than the truth;
Men make the creeds, but God ordains the law.
Above all cant, all arguments of men,
Above all superstitions, old or new,
Above all creeds of every age and clime,
Stands the eternal truth--the creed of creeds.
Sweet is the lute to him who hath not heard
The prattle of his children at his knees:
Ah, he is rich indeed whose humble home
Contains a frugal wife and sweet content.
HELOISE
I saw a light on yester-night--
A low light on the misty lea;
The stars were dim and silence grim
Sat brooding on the sullen sea.
From out the silence came a voice--
A voice that thrilled me through and through,
And said, "Alas, is this your choice?
For he is false and I was true."
And in my ears the passing years
Will sadly whisper words of rue:
Forget--and yet--can I forget
That one was false and one was true?
CHANGE
Change is the order of the universe.
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