Fortune May Raise Up Or Abuse The

Vengeance To God Alone Belongs; But, When I Think Of All My Wrongs My Blood Is Liquid Flame!

Stood For His Country's Glory Fast, And Nailed Her Colors To The Mast!

The Willow Which Bends To The Tempest Often Escapes Better Than The Oak Which Resists It.

There Are Those To Whom A Sense Of Religion Has Come In Storm And Tempest; There Are Those Whom It Has Summoned Amid Scenes Of Revelry And Idle Vanity; There Are Those, Too, Who Have Heard Its "still Small Voice" Amid Rural Leisure And Placid Retirement. But Perhaps The Knowledge Which Causeth Not To Err Is Most Frequently Impressed Upon The Mind During The Season Of Affliction.

Faces That Have Charmed Us The Most Escape Us The Soonest.