As Hope And Fear Alternate Chase Our

Good Wine Needs Neither Bush Nor Preface To Make It Welcome. And They Drank The Red Wine Through The Helmet Barr'd.

Time Rolls His Ceaseless Course.

The Rose Is Fairest When 't Is Budding New, And Hope Is Brightest When It Dawns From Fears. The Rose Is Sweetest Wash'd With Morning Dew, And Love Is Loveliest When Embalm'd In Tears.

Woman's Faith And Woman's Trust, Write The Characters In Dust.

Steady Of Heart And Stout Of Hand.