Who Dies In Youth And Vigour, Dies

The Vanity Of Human Life Is Like A River, Constantly Passing Away, And Yet Constantly Coming On.

Know, Nature's Children All Divide Her Care, The Fur That Warms A Monarch Warmed A Bear.

Teach Me To Feel Another's Woe, To Hide The Fault I See, That Mercy I To Others Show, That Mercy Show To Me.

Sickness Is A Sort Of Early Old Age; It Teaches Us A Diffidence In Our Earthly State.

Hope Springs Eternal.