My friends and my road-felloy tion t is full of beliefs and empty of religion.

    quot;Pity tion t  does not s a bread it does not , and drinks a  flo from its own winepress.

    quot;Pity tion t acclaims t deems ttering conqueror bountiful.

    quot;Pity tion t despises a passion in its dream, yet submits in its awakening.

    quot;Pity tion t raises not its voice save s not except he block.

    quot;Pity tion esman is a fox,  of patching and mimicking.

    quot;Pity tion t s nerumpetings, and fareo rumpetings again.

    quot;Pity tion  in the cradle.

    quot;Pity tion divided into fragments, eac deeming itself a nation.quot;