Folly Ends Where Genuine Hope Begins.

Trials Make The Promise Sweet, Trials Give New Life To Prayer; Trials Bring Me To His Feet, Lay Me Low, And Keep Me There.

...so Let Us Welcome Peaceful Evening In.

Pleasure Admitted In Undue Degree, Enslaves The Will, Nor Leaves The Judgment Free.

We Turn To Dust, And All Our Mightiest Works Die Too.

Forced From Home, And All Its Pleasures, Afric Coast I Left Forlorn; To Increase A Stranger's Treasures, O The Raging Billows Borne. Men From England Bought And Sold Me, Paid My Price In Paltry Gold; But, Though Theirs They Have Enroll'd Me, Minds Are Never To Be Sold.