The Groves Were God's First Temples.

Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again,- The Eternal Years Of God Are Hers; But Error, Wounded, Writhes With Pain, And Dies Among His Worshippers.

Thou Blossom Bright With Autumn Dew, And Colored With The Heaven's Own Blue.

I Shall Seethe Hour Of Death Draw Near To Me,hope, Blossoming Within My Heart. . . .

Truth Gets Well If She Is Run Over By A Locomotive, While Error Dies Of Lockjaw If She Scratches Her Finger.

Tender Pauses Speak The Overflow Of Gladness, When Words Are All Too Weak.