Yet How Proud We Are, In Daring

God Only, Who Made Us Rich, Can Make Us Poor.

Pray, Pray, Thou Who Also Weepest,-- And The Drops Will Slacken So; Weep, Weep--and The Watch Thou Keepest, With A Quicker Count Will Go. Think,--the Shadow On The Dial For The Nature Most Undone, Marks The Passing Of The Trial, Proves The Presence Of The Sun.

Men Get Opinions As Boys Learn To Spell By Reiteration Chiefly.

Will That Light Come Again, As Now These Tears Come...falling Hot And Real!

I Love Thee Freely, As Men Strive For Right. I Love Thee Purely, As They Turn From Praise. I Love Thee With The Passion Put To Use