I Was Too Weak To Defend, So

You See What A Poor Sinner I Am, And How Unworthy To Possess What Was Given Me; For That Reason It Has Been Taken Away.

Death, In Its Silent Sure March Is Fast Gathering Those Whom I Have Longest Loved, So That When He Shall Knock At My Door, I Will More Willingly Follow.

Whither Shall I Flee? To No Country On Earth That I Know Of Where There Is As Much Liberty As Yet Remains To Me Even In Virginia.

You Must Be Careful How You Walk And Where You Go, For There Are Those Following You Who Will Set Their Feet Where Yours Are Set.

A Man May Manifest And Communicate His Joy, But He Should Conceal And Smother His Grief As Much As Possible.