God Is Thy Law, Thou

What Can 'scape The Eye Of God, All-seeing, Or Deceive His Heart. Omniscient!

O Fairest Flower! No Sooner Blown But Blasted, Soft Silken Primrose Fading Timelessly.

Death Ready Stands To Interpose His Dart.

But God Himself Is Truth; In Propagating Which, As Men Display A Greater Integrity And Zeal, They Approach Nearer To The Similitude Of God, And Possess A Greater Portion Of His Love.

With Cowslips Wan That Hang The Pensive Head, And Every Flower That Sad Embroidery Wears.