Absence Of Proof Is Not

The Bud May Have A Bitter Taste, But Sweet Will Be The Flower.

I Would Not Have A Slave To Till My Ground, To Carry Me, To Fan Me While I Sleep, And Tremble When I Wake, For All The Wealth That Sinews Bought And Sold Have Ever Earn'd.

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

The Innocent Seldom Find An Uncomfortable Pillow.

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