Thus Arm In Arm With Thee I

As Freely As The Firmament Embraces The World, So Mercy Must Encircle Friend And Foe. The Sun Poursforth Impartially His Beams Through All The Regions Of Infinity; Heaven Bestows The Dew Equally On Every Thirsty Plant. Whatever Is Good And Comes From On High Is Universal And Without Reserve: But In The Heart's Recesses Darkness Dwells.

Toil Of Science Swells The Wealth Of Art.

The Storm Is Master. Man, As A Ball, Is Tossed Twixt Winds And Billows.

We Must Bear What Heaven Sends.

Gray Hairs Are Death's Blossoms.