How Bless'd The Heart That Has A

What Is Mind? No Matter. What Is Matter? Never Mind. What Is The Soul? It Is Immaterial.

It Was A Childish Ignorance, But Now 'tis Little Joy To Know I'm Further Off From Heaven Than When I Was A Boy.

How Widely Its Agencies Vary,- To Save, To Ruin, To Curse, To Bless,- As Even Its Minted Coins Express, Now Stamp'd With The Image Of Good Queen Bess, And Now Of A Bloody Mary.

When He Is Forsaken, Withered And Shaken, What Can An Old Man Do But Die?

He Lies Like A Hedgehog Rolled Up The Wrong Way, Tormenting Himself With His Prickles.