If God Is Thy Father,

The Attractiveness That Exists To Man In The Very Helplessness Of Woman Is Scarcely Realized.

Soul Of The Universe, Sire, God, Creator, Lord, I Believe In Thee, 'neath All These Names: And Without Having Need To Hear Thy Word, In The Sky's Brow My Glorious Creed I Trace.

The Loss Of A Mother Is Always Keenly Felt, Even If Her Health Be Such As To Incapacitate Her From Taking An Active Part In The Care Of The Family. She Is The Sweet Rallying-point For Affection, Obedience, And A Thousand Tendernesses. Dreary The Blank When She Is Withdrawn!

We Are Earth's Children, And Life Is The Same In Sap As In Blood; All That The Earth, Our Mother, Feels And Expresses To The Eye By Her Form And Aspect, In Melancholy Or In Splendor, Finds An Echo Within Us.

Exquisite Beauty Resides Rather In The Female Form Than Face, Where It Is Also More Lasting.