"They do not know how pride can stoop, When baffled feelings withering droop; They do not know how hate can burn In hearts once changed from soft to stern, And all the false and fatal zeal The convert of revenge can feel."
"We write under a deep sense of responsibility. The fate of our country is suspended on the events of a few short months. By virtue of prompt, earnest, faithful efforts, we may be redeemed from a fate worse than death, and our country may be blessed with peace and free government. If we sleep, or if we meanly and ignobly refuse to listen to the calls of our struggling, bleeding land, we may plunge into a yawning abyss of degradation, ruin and misery, and fall like the darkened star to rise no more."