Blud's Thicker Than Water.

Woman's Faith And Woman's Trust, Write The Characters In Dust.

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

Love Will Subsist On Wonderfully Little Hope But Not Altogether Without It.

Sleep In Peace, And Wake In Joy.

O Woman! In Our Hours Of Ease Uncertain, Coy, And Hard To Please, And Variable As The Shade By The Light Quivering Aspen Made; When Pain And Anguish Wring The Brow, A Ministering Angel Thou!