The Bride Hath Paced Into The Hall,

Oh Worse Than Everything, Is Kindness Counterfeiting Absent Love.

A State, In Idea, Is The Opposite Of A Church. A State Regards Classes, And Not Individuals; And It Estimates Classes, Not By Internal Merit, But External Accidents, As Property, Birth, Etc. But A Church Does The Reverse Of This, And Disregards All External Accidents, And Looks At Men As Individual Persons, Allowing No Gradations Of Ranks, But Such As Greater Or Less Wisdom, Learning, And Holiness Ought To Confer. A Church Is, Therefore, In Idea, The Only Pure Democracy.

I Look'd To Heav'n, And Try'd To Pray; But Or Ever A Prayer Had Gusht, A Wicked Whisper Came And Made My Heart As Dry As Dust.

Day After Day, Day After Day, We Stuck, Nor Breath Nor Motion; As Idle As A Painted Ship Upon A Painted Ocean.

Friends Should Be Weighed, Not Told; Who Boasts To Have Won A Multitude Of Friends Has Never Had One.