This Making Of Christians Will Raise The

Covering Discretion With A Coat Of Folly.

Ay, But To Die, And Go We Know Not Where.

No Reckoning Made, But Sent To My Account With All My Imperfections On My Head.

Those Friends Thou Hast, And Their Adoption Tried, Grapple Them To Thy Soul With Hoops Of Steel; But Do Not Dull Thy Palm With Entertainment Of Each New-hatch'd, Unfledg'd Comrade.

Come The Three Corners Of The World In Arms, And We Shall Shock Them.