Do Not Grieve So Much For A

Try First Thyself, And After Call In God; For To The Worker God Himself Lends Aid.

The Wavering Mind Is But A Base Possession.

Judge A Tree From Its Fruit, Not From Its Leaves.

But Woe To Him, Who Left To Moan, Reviews The Hours Of Brightness Gone.

O Virtue, I Have Followed You Through Life, And Find You At Last But A Shade.