Still More Labyrinthine Buds The Rose.

God Is The Perfect Poet.

If All The World Is A Stage And Life Is Just A Play Upon It, Get Me Two Seats In The Stalls.

I Trust In Nature For The Stable Laws Of Beauty And Utility. Spring Shall Plant And Autumn Garner To The End Of Time. I Trust In God,-the Right Shall Be The Right And Other Than The Wrong, While He Endures. I Trust In My Own Soul, That Can Perceive The Outward And The Inward,-nature's Good And God's.

I Have Lived, And Seen God's Hand Thro A Life Time, And All Was For The Best.

No! Let Me Taste The Whole Of It, Fare Like My Peers, The Heroes Of Old, Bear The Brunt, In A Minute Pay Glad Life's Arrears Of Pain, Darkness And Cold.