Benjamin

Unless we put medical freedom into the constitution the time will come when medicine will organize into an undercover dictatorship and force people who wish doctors and treatment of their own choice to submit to only what the dictating outfit offers.

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I’m king of the dead and I make my throne On a monument slab of marble cold; And my scepter of rule is the spade I hold: Come they from cottage or come they from hall, Mankind are my subjects, all, all, all! Let them loiter in pleasure or toilfully spin I gather them in, I gather them in!

“I’m king of the dead and I make my throne On a monument slab of marble cold; And my scepter of rule is the spade … Read More

Press on! If Fortune play thee false To-day, tomorrow she’ll be true; Whom now she sinks she now exalts, Taking old gifts and granting new, The wisdom of the present hour Makes up the follies past and gone; To weakness, strength succeeds, and power From frailty springs! Press on, press on!

“Press on! If Fortune play thee false To-day, tomorrow she’ll be true; Whom now she sinks she now exalts, Taking old gifts and granting new, … Read More

Pure and undimmed, thy angel smile Is mirrored on my dreams, Like evening’s sunset-girded isle Upon her shadowed streams: And o’er my thoughts thy vision floats, Like melody of spring-bird, notes; When the blue halcyon gently laves His plumage in the flashing waves.

“Pure and undimmed, thy angel smile Is mirrored on my dreams, Like evening’s sunset-girded isle Upon her shadowed streams: And o’er my thoughts thy vision … Read More

But then to part! to part when Time Has wreathed his tireless wing with flowers, And spread the richness of a clime Of fairy o’er this land of ours; When glistening leaves and shaded streams In the soft light of Autumn lay, And, like the music of our dreams, The viewless breezes seemed to stray ‘T was bitter then to rend the heart With the sad thought that we must part; And, like some low and mournful spell, To whisper but one word farewell!

“But then to part! to part when Time Has wreathed his tireless wing with flowers, And spread the richness of a clime Of fairy o’er … Read More