The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 53
Death Touched his Tired Heart
Death Touched his Tired Heart.
He died in the land his genius defended, under the flag he gave to the skies. Slander cannot touch him now; hatred cannot reach him more. He sleeps in the sanctuary of the tomb, beneath the quiet of the stars.
A few more years, a few more brave men, a few more rays of light, and mankind will venerate the memory of him who said:
"Any system of religion that shocks the mind of a child cannot be a true system.
"The world is my country, and to do good my religion."
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