A Sinful Heart Makes Feeble Hand.

The Tear, Down Childhood's Cheek That Flows, Is Like The Dewdrop On The Rose; When Next The Summer Breeze Comes By And Waves The Bush, The Flower Is Dry.

Dear To Me Is My Bonnie White Steed; Oft Has He Helped Me At Pinch Of Need.

If A Farmer Fills His Barn With Grain, He Gets Mice. If He Leaves It Empty, He Gets Actors.

A Sinful Heart Makes Feeble Hand.

Hard Toil Can Roughen Form And Face, And Want Call Quench The Eye's Bright Grace.