Nature's Prime Favourites Were The Pelicans; High-fed,

While Rose-buds Scarcely Show'd Their Hue, But Coyly Linger'd On The Thorn.

Prayer Is The Soul's Sincere Desire, Uttered Or Unexpressed, The Motion Of A Hidden Fire That Trembles In The Breast. Prayer Is The Burden Of A Sigh, The Falling Of A Tear, The Upward Glancing Of An Eye When None But God Is Near.

Joys Too Exquisite To Last, And Yet More Exquisite When Past.

When Evening Closes Nature's Eye, The Glow-worm Lights Her Little Spark To Captivate Her Favorite Fly And Tempt The Rover Through The Dark.

When To The Cross I Turn My Eyes,and Rest On Calvary,o Lamb Of God, My Sacrifice,i Must Remember Thee.