Built God A Church And Laughed His

Where Men Of Judgment Creep And Feel Their Way, The Positive Pronounce Without Dismay.

Man On The Dubious Waves Of Error Toss'd.

Man May Dismiss Compassion From His Heart, But God Never Will.

I Would Not Have A Slave To Till My Ground, To Carry Me, To Fan Me While I Sleep, And Tremble When I Wake, For All The Wealth That Sinews Bought And Sold Have Ever Earn'd.

He That Attends To His Interior Self, That Has A Heart, And Keeps It; Has A Mind That Hungers, And Supplies It; And Who Seeks A Social, Not A Dissipated Life, Has Business.