No Words Suffice The Secret Soul To

Christians Have Burnt Each Other, Quite Persuaded. That All The Apostles Would Have Done As They Did.

Men Love In Haste, But They Detest At Leisure.

The Cold, The Changed, Perchance The Dead, Anew, The Mourn'd, The Loved, The Lost,-too Many, Yet How Few!

When Bishop Berkeley Said "there Was No Matter." And Proved It--'t Was No Matter What He Said.

Tis Not On Youth's Smooth Cheek The Blush Alone, Which Fades So Fast, But The Tender Bloom Of Heart Is Gone, Ere Youth Itself Be Past.