God Will Judge Us By

How Odd It Is That We So Often Weep For Each Other's Distresses, When We Shed Not A Tear For Our Own!

If The Generous Ideas Of Youth Are Too Often Over- Clouded By The Sordid Views Of After-life, That Scarcely Proves Them To Be False

The Ties That Bind Us To Life Are Tougher Than You Imagine, Or Than Any One Can Who Has Not Felt How Roughly They May Be Pulled Without Breaking.

You Cannot Expect Stone To Be As Pliable As Clay.

I Love The Silent Hour Of Night, For Blissful Dreams May Then Arise, Revealing To My Charmed Sight What May Not Bless My Waking Eyes.