Being Forced To Work, And

Oh England Is A Pleasant Place For Them That's Rich And High, But England Is A Cruel Place For Such Poor Folks As I

Take Comfort, And Recollect However Little You And I May Know, God Knows; He Knows Himself And You And Me And All Things; And His Mercy Is Over All His Works.

Study Nature As The Countenance Of God.

Oh! That We Two Were Maying Down The Stream Of The Soft Spring Breeze; Like Children With Violets Playing, In The Shade Of The Whispering Trees.

Stick To The Old Truths And The Old Paths, And Learn Their Di- Vineness By Sick-beds And In Every-day Work, And Do Not Darken Your Mind With Intellectual Puzzles, Which May Breed Disbelief, But Can Never Breed Vital Religion Or Practical Usefulness.