Is Not Thy Home Among The Flowers?

But Winter Has Yet Brighter Scenes-he Boasts Splendors Beyond What Gorgeous Summer Knows; Or Autumn With His Many Fruits, And Woods All Flushed With Many Hues.

Still Sweet With Blossoms Is The Year's Fresh Prime.

Difficulty Is The Nurse Of Greatness.

Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again,- The Eternal Years Of God Are Hers; But Error, Wounded, Writhes With Pain, And Dies Among His Worshippers.

Or, Bide Thou Where The Poppy Blows With Windflowers Fail And Fair.