Where Doubt There Truth Is - 'tis

What Men Call Accident Is God's Own Part.

The Dew, 'tis Of The Tears Which Stars Weep, Sweet With Joy.

It Is Sad To See The Light Of Beauty Wane Away, Know Eyes Are Dimming, Bosoms Shrivelling, Feet Losing Their Springs, And Limbs Their Lily Roundness; But It Is Worse To Feel The Heart-spring Gone, To Lose Hope, Care Not For The Coming Thing, And Feel All Things Go To Decay Within Us.

Tis Light Translateth Night; 'tis Inspiration Expounds Experience; 'tis The West Explains The East; 'tis Time Unfolds Eternity.

All Are Of The Race Of God, And Have In Themselves Good.