The Abuse Of Terms Has At All

The Ingenuity Of Self-deception Is Inexhaustible.

Oblivion Has Been Noticed As The Offspring Of Silence.

What Ascends Up In Prayer Descends To Us Again In Blessings. It Is Like The Rain Which Just Now Fell, And Which Had Been Drawn Up From The Ground In Vapors To The Clouds Before It Descended From Them To The Earth In That Refreshing Shower.

Perfect Purity, Fullness Of Joy, Everlasting Freedom, Perfect Rest, Health And Fruition, Complete Security, Substantial And Eternal Good.

Oh! The Joy Of Young Ideas Painted On The Mind, In The Warm Glowing Colors Fancy Spreads On Objects Not Yet Known, When All Is New, And All Is Lovely.