Friends, Books, A Garden, And Perhaps His

Nature Is A Good Name For An Effect Whose Cause Is God.

To Impute Our Recovery To Medicine, And To Carry Our View No Further, Is To Rob God Of His Honor, And Is Saying In Effect That He Has Parted With The Keys Of Life And Death, And, By Giving To A Drug The Power To Heal Us, Has Placed Our Lives Out Of His Own Reach.

This Fond Attachment To The Well-known Place Whence First We Started Into Life's Long Race, Maintains Its Hold With Such Unfailing Sway, We Feel It E'en In Age, And At Our Latest Day.

It Chills My Blood To Hear The Blest Supreme Rudely Appealed To On Each Trifling Theme.

All Truth Is Precious, If Not All Divine; And What Dilates The Powers Must Needs Refine.