Praise Is Deeper Than The Lips

When The Liquor's Out, Why Clink The Cannikin?

I See My Way As Birds Their Trackless Way. I Shall Arrive,- What Time, What Circuit First, I Ask Not; But Unless God Send His Hail Or Blinding Fire-balls, Sleet Or Stifling Snow, In Some Time, His Good Time, I Shall Arrive: He Guides Me And The Bird. In His Good Time.

Twere Too Absurd To Slight For The Hereafter The Todays Delight!

Truth Is Within Ourselves.

Earth Changes, But Thy Soul And God Stand Sure.