...so Let Us Welcome Peaceful Evening In.

Forgot The Blush That Virgin Fears Impart To Modest Cheeks, And Borrowed One From Art.

Nature Is A Good Name For An Effect Whose Cause Is God.

E'er Since, By Faith, I Saw The Stream Thy Flowing Wounds Supply, Redeeming Love Has Been My Theme, And Shall Be Till I Die.

In Man Or Woman, But Far Most In Man, And Most Of All In Man That Ministers, And Serves The Altar, In My Soul I Loathe All Affectation. 'tis My Perfect Scorn: Object Of My Implacable Disgust.

But What Is Truth? 'twas Pilate's Question Put To Truth Itself, That Deign'd Him No Reply.