Though Truth And Falsehood Be Near Twins,

God Affords No Man The Comfort, The False Comfort Of Atheism: He Will Not Allow A Pretending Atheist The Power To Flatter Himself, So Far, As To Seriously Think There Is No God.

Poor Intricated Soul! Riddling, Perplexed, Labyrinthical Soul!

I Shall Not Live 'till I See God; And When I Have Seen Him, I Shall Never Die.

Old Grandsires Talk Of Yesterday With Sorrow, And For Our Children We Reserve Tomorrow.

'tis The Year's Midnight, And It Is The Day's.