In mourning the plumage$$$ he forgot the dying bird.

We must be compelled to hold this doctrine to be false$$$ and the old and new law called the Old and new Testament$$$ to be impositions$$$ fables and forgeries.

It is important that we should never lose sight of this distinction. We must not confuse the peoples with their governments...

Could the straggling thoughts of individuals be collected$$$ they would frequently form materials for wise and able men to improve into useful matter.

To reason with goverments$$$ as they have existed for ages$$$ is to argue with brutes. It is only from the nations themselves that reforms can be expected

The altar$$$ as in pre-history$$$ is anywhere you kneel.

Little I'd ever teach a son$$$ but hitting$$$ Shooting$$$ war$$$ hunting$$$ all the arts of hurting.

Through the dense din$$$ I say$$$ we heard him shout "I see your lights!" But ours had long died out.

My arms have mutinied against me--brutes!<br>My fingers fidget like ten idle brats$$$<br>My back's been stiff for hours$$$ damned hours.<br>Death never gives his squad a Stand-at-ease.

To arts unknown he bends his wits$$$ and alters nature.