Who Can In Reason Then Or Right

These Are Thy Glorious Works, Parent Of Good!

Temper Justice With Mercy.

Ladies, Whose Bright Eyes Rain Influence, And Judge The Prize.

Methinks I See In My Mind A Noble And Puissant Nation Rousing Herself Like A Strong Man After Sleep, And Shaking Her Invincible Locks; Methinks I See Her As An Eagle Mewing Her Mighty Youth, And Kindling Her Undazzled Eyes At The Full Midday Beam.

Beauty Is God's Handwriting-a Wayside Sacrament.