Praise Is Deeper Than The Lips

We Shall March Prospering,-not Thro' His Presence; Songs May Inspirit Us,-not From His Lyre; Deeds Will Be Done,-while He Boasts His Quiescence, Still Bidding Crouch Whom The Rest Bade Aspire.

No, When The Fight Begins Within Himself, / A Man's Worth Something.

Desire Joy And Thank God For It. Renounce It, If Need Be, For Other's Sake. That's Joy Beyond Joy.

Good To Forgive, Best To Forget.

Other Heights In Other Lives, God Willing.