And Suns Grow Meek, And The Meek

But Winter Has Yet Brighter Scenes-he Boasts Splendors Beyond What Gorgeous Summer Knows; Or Autumn With His Many Fruits, And Woods All Flushed With Many Hues.

And At My Silent Window-sill The Jessamine Peeps In.

Or, Bide Thou Where The Poppy Blows With Windflowers Fail And Fair.

All Things That Are On Earth Shall Wholly Pass Away, Except The Love Of God, Which Shall Live And Last For Aye.

It Is Said To Be The Manner Of Hypochondriacs To Change Often Their Physician.