If Ancient Tales Say True, Nor Wrong

And The Commencement Of Atonement Is The Sense Of Its Necessity.

From The Mingled Strength Of Shade And Light A New Creation Rises To My Sight, Such Heav'nly Figures From His Pencil Flow, So Warm With Light His Blended Colors Glow. . . . . The Glowing Portraits, Fresh From Life, That Bring Home To Our Hearts The Truth From Which They Spring.

What Is The Worst Of Woes That Wait On Age? What Stamps The Wrinkle Deeper On The Brow? To View Each Loved One Blotted From Life's Page, And Be Alone On Earth, As I Am Now.

Dead Scandals Form Good Subjects For Dissection.

Grief Should Be The Instructor Of The Wise; Sorrow Is Knowledge.