All Truth Is Precious, If Not All

The Only Amaranthine Flower On Earth Is Virtue; The Only Lasting Treasure, Truth.

This Fond Attachment To The Well-known Place Whence First We Started Into Life's Long Race, Maintains Its Hold With Such Unfailing Sway, We Feel It E'en In Age, And At Our Latest Day.

Tis Providence Alone Secures In Every Change Both Mine And Yours.

Oh, Popular Applause! What Heart Of Man Is Proof Against Thy Sweet Seducing Charms? The Wisest And The Best Feel Urgent Need Of All Their Caution In Thy Gentlest Gales; But Swell'd Into A Gust--who Then, Alas! With All His Canvas Set, And Inexpert, And Therefore, Heedless, Can Withstand Thy Power?

Just Knows, And Knows No More, Her Bible True,- A Truth The Brilliant Frenchman Never Knew.