What Though The Sea Be Calm? Trust

It Is The End That Crowns Us, Not The Fight.

It Is An Active Flame That Fliesfirst To The Babies In The Eyes.

Next, When I Cast Mine Eyes And See That Brave Vibration Each Way Free, O How That Glittering Taketh Me!

Here A Pretty Baby Lies Sung Asleep With Lullabies: Pray Be Silent, And Not Stirre The Easie Earth That Covers Her.

Against Diseases Here The Strongest Fence Is The Defensive Vertue, Abstinence.