Lips Like Rosebuds Peeping Out Of Snow.

Hell Is The Wrath Of God--his Hate Of Sin.

Dreams Are Rudiments Of The Great State To Come. We Dream What Is About To Happen.

We Must Not Pluck Death From The Maker's Hand.

If All Were Rich, Gold Would Be Penniless.

The Sun, Centre And Sire Of Light, The Keystone Of The World-built Arch Of Heaven.