Faith Is To Believe What

For Danger Levels Man And Brute And All Are Fellows In Their Need.

None Would Live Past Years Again, Yet All Hope Pleasure In What Yet Remain; And, From The Dregs Of Life, Think To Receive, What The First Sprightly Running Could Not Give.

O Freedom, First Delight Of Human Kind!

If We From Wealth To Poverty Descend, Want Gives To Know The Flatterer From The Friend.

Home Is The Sacred Refuge Of Our Life.