He Guides Me And The Bird. In

Have You Found Your Life Distasteful? My Life Did, And Does, Smack Sweet. Was Your Youth Of Pleasure Wasteful? Mine I Saved And Hold Complete. Do Your Joys With Age Diminish? When Mine Fail Me, I'll Complain. Must In Death Your Daylight Finish? My Sun Sets To Rise Again.

Generations Pass While Some Tree Stands, And Old Families Last Not Three Oaks.

I Count Life Just A Stuff To Try The Soul's Strength On.

For The Preacher's Merit Or Demerit, It Were To Be Wished That The Flaws Were Fewer In The Earthen Vessel, Holding Treasure, But The Main Thing Is, Does It Hold Good Measure Heaven Soon Sets Right All Other Matters!

Be Sure That God Ne'er Dooms To Waste The Strength He Deigns Impart.