Earth Changes, But Thy Soul And God

Lost, Lost! One Moment Knelled The Woe Of Years.

'tis Well Averred, A Scientific Faith's Absurd.

Progress Is The Law Of Life: Man Is Not Man As Yet.

I Want To Know A Butcher Paints, A Baker Rhymes For His Pursuit, Candlestick-maker Much Acquaints His Soul With Song, Or, Haply Mute, Blows Out His Brains Upon The Flute.

The Devil, That Old Stager, Who Leads Downward, Perhaps, But Fiddles All The Way!