For The Glory Born Of Goodness Never

Hark! I Hear The Tramp Of Thousands, And Of Armèd Men The Hum; Lo, A Nation's Hosts Have Gathered Round The Quick Alarming Drum Saying, Come, Freemen, Come! Ere Your Heritage Be Wasted, Said The Quick Alarming Drum.

Never A Tear Bedims The Eye That Time And Patience Will Not Dry.

There Is Peace In The Swamp, Though The Quiet Is Death

Perhaps There Is No Gift Of Nature That Requires As Little Exertion On The Part Of The Owner As Personal Beauty. I Am Not Certain But That It Is This Very Absence Of Effort Which Excites Our Admiration.

The Creator Who Could Put A Cancer In A Believer's Stomach Is Above Being Interfered With By Prayers.