The Frozen Ocean... Of Boston Life.

Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory Of The Coming Of The Lord: / He Is Trampling Out The Vintage Where The Grapes Of Wrath Are Stored.

He Is Coming Like The Glory Of The Morning On The Wave, He Is Wisdom To The Mighty, He Is Succour To The Brave, So The World Shall Be His Footstool, And The Soul Of Time His Slave, Our God Is Marching On.

Boston Is An Oasis In The Desert, A Place Where The Larger Proportion Of People Are Loving, Rational And Happy.

I Have Never Known My Husband To Approve Any Act Of Mine Which I Myself Valued.

He Has Sounded Forth The Trumpet That Shall Never Call Retreat; He Is Sifting Out The Hearts Of Men Before His Judgment-seat. Oh! Be Swift My Soul To Answer Him, Be Jubilant My Feet! Our God Is Marching On.