And Old Affront Will Stir The Heart

People Newly Emerged From Obscurity Generally Launch Out Into Indiscriminate Display.

I Have Lived To Thank God That All My Prayers Have Not Been Answered.

When Sparrows Build And The Leaves Break Forth My Old Sorrow Wakes And Cries.

And Bitter Waxed The Fray; Brother With Brother Spake No Word When They Met In The Way.

It Is A Comely Fashion To Be Glad; Joy Is The Grace We Say To God.