But What Is Truth? 'twas

Lights Of The World, And Stars Of Human Race.

A Glory Gilds The Sacred Page, Majestic Like The Sun, It Gives A Light To Every Age, It Gives, But Borrows None.

Religion! What Treasure Untold Resides In That Heavenly Word!

Remorse, The Fatal Egg That Pleasure Laid.

Anticipated Rents, And Bills Unpaid, Force Many A Shining Youth Into The Shade, Not To Redeem His Time, But His Estate, And Play The Fool, But At The Cheaper Rate.