There Is In Souls A Sympathy With

Glory, Built On Selfish Principles, Is Shame And Guilt.

Stamps God's Own Name Upon A Lie Just Made, To Turn A Penny In The Way Of Trade.

What Is It But A Map Of Busy Life, Its Fluctuations, And Its Vast Concerns?

He That Runs May Read.

But Conversation, Choose What Theme We May, And Chiefly When Religion Leads The Way, Should Flow, Like Waters After Summer Show'rs, Not As If Raised By Mere Mechanic Powers.