Dark Clouds Bring Waters, When The Bright

Fullness To Such A Burden Is That Go On Pilgrimage; Here Little, And Hereafter Bliss, Is Best From Age To Age.

Yet My Great-grandfather Was But A Water-man, Looking One Way And Rowing Another: And I Got Most Of My Estate By The Same Occupation.

I Come From The Town Of Stupidity; It Lieth About Four Degrees Beyond The City Of Destruction.

…just As Christian Came Up To The Cross, His Burden Loosed From Off His Shoulders, Fell From Off His Back, And Began To Tumble Down The Hill, And So It Continued To Do Till It Came To The Mouth Of The Sepulchre. There It Fell In, And I Saw It No More!

Our Heart Oft Times Wakes When We Sleep, And God Can Speak To That, Either By Words, By Proverbs, By Signs And Similitudes, As Well As If One Was Awake.