Who Loves A Garden Loves A Greenhouse

My Soul Is Sick With Every Day's Report Of Wrong And Outrage With Which Earth Is Filled.

Blind Unbelief Is Sure To Err, And Scan His Work In Vain; God Is His Own Interpreter, And He Will Make It Plain.

Could He With Reason Murmur At His Case, Himself Sole Author Of His Own Disgrace?

Misses! The Tale That I Relate This Lesson Seems To Carry-- Choose Not Alone A Proper Mate, But Proper Time To Marry.

Sends Nature Forth The Daughter Of The Skies... To Dance On Earth, And Charm All Human Eyes.