For Evil News Rides Post, While Good

Flowers Of All Hue, And Without Thorn The Rose.

God, Who Oft Descends To Visit Men Unseen, And Through Their Habitations Walks To Mark Their Doings.

New Presbyter Is But Old Priest Writ Large.

And What Is Faith, Love, Virtue Unassayed Alone, Without Exterior Help Sustained?

Truth Is As Impossible To Be Soiled By Any Outward Touch As The Sunbeam.