If God Is Truly God,

Oh, Trebly Blest The Placid Lot Of Those Whose Hearth Foundations Are In Pure Love Laid, Where Husband's Breast With Tempered Ardor Glows, And Wife, Oft Mother, Is In Heart A Maid!

Alas!-but Why Alas? It Is The Lot Of Mortality We Experience.

Time Cancels Young Pain.

Whoso Neglects Learning In His Youth, Loses The Past And Is Dead For The Future.

In Adverse Hours The Friendship Of The Good Shines Most; Each Prosperous Day Commands Its Friends.