Of Fear Experience Has Given Plenty

Of fear experience has given plenty the glass of injustice Destiny with cruel pitiless clinical hands forced me to drink - ay! drink to the last drop and more: I was prepared after you my mother to you too they presented the chalice of poisoned injustice and calumny and every thing they could hurl at a martyr's head: you went away a martyr, though they feigned you made a restful end that I who raved and raged for my loss was a villian of whom they too sought and seek still the end ay! that is injustice upon injustice upon injustice the weary heart how much it can be loaded at last the strings will break too much, too much the heart be loaded another martyr will like his mother fall and join her in the Elysium where she dwells.