Time Is The Subtle Thief Of Youth.

Know Thy Birth! For Dost Thou Art, And Shalt To Dust Return.

These Evils I Deserve, And More . . . . Justly, Yet Despair Not Of His Final Pardon, Whose Ear Is Ever Open, And His Eye Gracious To Re-admit The Suppliant.

Prudence Is The Virtue By Which We Discern What Is Proper To Do Under Various Circumstances In Time And Place.

Evil Into The Mind Of God Or Man May Come And Go, So Unapproved, And Leave No Spot Or Blame Behind.

With A Smile That Glow'd Celestial Rosy Red, Love's Proper Hue.