Mercy To Him That Shows

Absence Of Proof Is Not Proof Of Absence.

A Glory Gilds The Sacred Page, Majestic Like The Sun, It Gives A Light To Every Age, It Gives, But Borrows None.

Ceremony Leads Her Bigots Forth, Prepared To Fight For Shadows Of No Worth. While Truths, On Which Eternal Things Depend, Can Hardly Find A Single Friend.

The Innocent Seldom Find An Uncomfortable Pillow.

Just Knows, And Knows No More, Her Bible True,- A Truth The Brilliant Frenchman Never Knew.