I Live No More, But Christ Liveth

Grace Will Ever Speak For Itself And Be Fruitful In Well-doing; The Sanctified, Cross Is A Fruitful Tree.

Grace Tried Is Better Than Grace, And More Than Grace; It Is Glory In Its Infancy

The Good Husbandman May Pluck His Rose & Gather In His Lily.

I Know That, As Night And Shadows Are Good For Flowers, And Moonlight And Dews Are Better Than A Continual Sun, So Is Christ's Absence Of Special Use, And That It Hath Some Nourishing Virtue In It, And Giveth Sap To Humility, And Putteth An Edge On Hunger, And Funisheth A Fairfield To Faith To Put Forth Itself, And To Exercise Its Fingers In Gripping It Seeth Not What.

I Wonder Many Times That Ever A Child Of God Should Have A Sad Heart, Considering What Their Lord Is Preparing For Them.