Anticipated Rents, And Bills Unpaid, Force Many

As If The World And They Were Hand And Glove.

Religion, Richest Favor Of The Skies.

Fancy, Like The Finger Of A Clock, Runs The Great Circuit, And Is Still At Home.

Fate Steals Along With Silent Tread, Found Oftenest In What Least We Dread; Frowns In The Storm With Angry Brow, But In The Sunshine Strikes The Blow.

God Never Meant That Man Should Scale The Heavens By Strides Of Human Wisdom. In His Works, Though Wondrous, He Commands Us In His Word To Seek Him Rather Where His Mercy Shines.