“A slave's soul has no worth, my brothers; it lacks strength to tread on this great earth with gallantry and freedom. I pity the poor slaves, they're nought but airy mist, a light breeze scatters them, a fragrance knocks them down; it's only just they crawl on the earth on hands and knees. Today I'll write a hymn to God and pray for this great grace.” WritingSoulHandsLightTodayEarthPoorGraceBrotherPrayingSlavePityKneesMy BrotherBreezeFragranceMistHymnsAiryGallantry Book:The Odyssey: A Modern Sequel Source: The Odyssey: A Modern Sequel
“But still when the mists of doubt prevail, And we lie becalmed by the shores of age, We hear from the misty troubled shore The voce of children gone before. Drawing the soul to its anchorage.” ChildrenStillsSoulAgeLyingGoneDoubtChildhoodDrawingShoreMistMisty Book:Poetical Works, Complete: Top American Novelist Source: Poetical Works, Complete: Top American Novelist