A Man In Armor Is His Armor's

There's A New Tribunal Now Higher Than God's -the Educated Man's!

Though Rome's Gross Yoke Drops Off, No More To Be Endured, Her Teaching Is Not So Obscured By Errors And Perversities, That No Truth Shines Athwart The Lies.

It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way, With Myrtle Mixed In My Path Like Mad.

God Is Seen God In The Star, In The Stone, In The Flesh, In The Soul And The Clod.

In The Morning Of The World, When Earth Was Nigher Heaven Than Now.