Hope Allows Us To Bid Farewell To

Who Overcomes By Force, Hath Overcome But Half His Foe.

But That From Us Aught Should Ascend To Heav'n So Prevalent As To Concern The Mind Of God, High-bless'd, Or To Incline His Will, Hard To Belief May Seem; Yet This Will Prayer.

Nor Jealousy Was Understood, The Injur'd Lover's Hell.

Beauty Is God's Handwriting-a Wayside Sacrament.

For What Is Glory But The Blaze Of Fame?