I Hear Much Of People's Calling Out

How Strange A Checker-work Of Providence Is The Life Of Man!

As Covetousness Is The Root Of All Evil, So Poverty Is The Worst Of All Snares.

Though I Don't Like The Crew, I Won't Sink The Ship. In Fact, In Time Of Storm I'll Do My Best To Save It. You See, We Are All In This Craft And Must Sink Or Swim Together.

In Their Religion They Are So Uneven, That Each Man Goes His Own Byway To Heaven.

Now, Said I Aloud, My Dear Father's Words Are Come To Pass: God's Justice Has Overtaken Me, And I Have None To Help Or Hear Me: I Rejected The Voice Of Providence.