Religion, Richest Favor Of The Skies.

Could He With Reason Murmur At His Case, Himself Sole Author Of His Own Disgrace?

The Cross! There, And There Only (though The Deist Rave, And The Atheist, If Earth Bears So Base A Slave); There And There Only, Is The Power To Save.

England With All Thy Faults, I Love Thee Still-- My Country! And, While Yet A Nook Is Left Where English Minds And Manners May Be Found, Shall Be Constrained To Love Thee.

When I Thinkof My Own Native Land, In A Moment I Seem To Be There; But Alas! Recollection At Hand Soon Hurries Me Back To Despair.

Happy The Man Who Sees A God Employed In All The Good And Ills That Checker Life.