Wickedness Is Weakness.

For Men To Tell How Human Life Began Is Hard; For Who Himself Beginning Knew?

Heaven Is For Thee Too High To Know What Passes There; Be Lowly Wise. Think Only What Concerns Thee And Thy Being; Dream Not Of Other Worlds, What Creatures There Live, In What State, Condition, Or Degree, Contented That Thus Far Hath Been Revealed.

Yet I Argue Not Against Heav'n's Hand Or Will, Nor Bate A Jot Of Heart Or Hope; But Still Bear Up And Steer Right Onward.

Beauty Is God's Handwriting-a Wayside Sacrament.

Now The Bright Morning-star, Day's Harbinger, Comes Dancing From The East.