Ladies, Whose Bright Eyes Rain Influence, And

For Other Things Mild Heav'n A Time Ordains, And Disapproves That Care, Though Wise In Show, That With Superfluous Burden Loads The Day, And When God Sends A Cheerful Hour, Refrains.

And On The Tree Of Life, The Middle Tree And Highest There That Grew, Sat Like A Cormorant.

And Live Like Nature's Bastards, Not Her Sons.

The First And Wisest Of Them All Professed To Know This Only, That He Nothing Knew.

The Saviour Who Flitted Before The Patriarchs Through The Fog Of The Old Dispensation, And Who Spake In Time Past To The Fathers By The Prophets, Articulate But Unseen, Is The Same Saviour Who, On The Open Heights Of The Gospel, And In The Abundant Daylight Of This New Testament, Speaks To Us. Still All Along It Is The Same Jesus, And That Bible Is From Beginning To End All Of It, The Word Of Christ.