Folly Ends Where Genuine Hope Begins.

Lord, It Is My Chief Complaint, That My Love Is Weak And Faint; Yet I Love Thee And Adore, Oh For Grace To Love Thee More!

It Chills My Blood To Hear The Blest Supreme Rudely Appealed To On Each Trifling Theme.

The Only Amaranthine Flower On Earth Is Virtue; The Only Lasting Treasure, Truth.

My Soul Is Sick With Every Day's Report Of Wrong And Outrage With Which Earth Is Filled.

Strength May Wield The Ponderous Spade, May Turn The Clod, And Wheel The Compost Home; But Elegance, Chief Grace The Garden Shows, And Most Attractive, Is The Fair Result Of Thought, The Creature Of A Polished Mind.