Ambition Is No Cure For Love!

Covetousness Bursts The Sack And Spills The Grain.

My Hope, My Heaven, My Trust Must Be, My Gentle Guide, In Following Thee.

Though Varying Wishes, Hopes, And Fears, Fever'd The Progress Of These Years, Yet Now, Days, Weeks, And Months But Seem The Recollection Of A Dream.

In Listening Mood She Seemed To Stand, The Guardian Naiad Of The Strand.

Those Who Follow The Banners Oreason Are Like The Well-disciplined Battalions Which, Wearing A More Sober Uniform And Making A Less Dazzling Show Than The Light Troops Commanded By Imagination, Enjoy More Safety, And Even More Honor, In The Conflicts Ohuman Life.