Meditation Here May Think Down

The Fall Of Waters And The Song Of Birds, And Hills That Echo To The Distant Berds, Are Luxuries Excelling All The Glare The World Can Boast, And Her Chief Favorites Share.

They Whom Truth And Wisdom Lead, Can Gather Honey From A Weed.

Where Thou Art Gone, Adieus And Farewells Are A Sound Unknown.

No Tree In All The Grove But Has Its Charms, Though Each Its Hue Peculiar.

We Sacrifice To Dress Till Household Joys And Comforts Cease. Dress Drains Our Cellar Dry, And Keeps Our Larder Lean.