Out Of Some Little Thing,

Who Dares Not Speak His Free Thoughts Is A Slave.

Try First Thyself, And After Call In God; For To The Worker God Himself Lends Aid.

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

A Sweet Thing, For Whatever Time, To Revisit In Dreams The Dear Dad We Have Lost.

To Every Man, Even Though He Be A Slave, The Light Of Heaven Is Sweet.