Spring Hangs Her Infant Blossoms On The

They Love The Country, And None Else, Who Seek For Their Own Sake Its Silence And Its Shade. Delights Which Who Would Leave, That Has A Heart Susceptible Of Pity, Or A Mind Cultured And Capable Of Sober Thought.

God Moves In A Mysterious Way, His Wonders To Perform. He Plants His Footsteps In The Sea, And Rides Upon The Storm.

How Much A Dunce That Has Been Sent To Roam, Excels A Dunce That Has Been Kept At Home.

The Proud Are Ever Most Provoked By Pride.

He Is The Freeman Whom The Truth Makes Free, And All Are Slaves Besides.