God Made The Country, And Man Made

Grief Is Itself A Medicine.

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.

Some To The Fascination Of A Name, Surrender Judgment Hoodwinked.

Accomplishments Have Taken Virtue's Place, And Wisdom Falls Before Exterior Grace.

No Traveler E'er Reached That Blest Abode Who Found Not Thorns And Briers In His Road.