Praise From An Enemy Smells

One Sip Of This Will Bathe The Drooping Spirits In Delight, Beyond The Bliss Of Dreams.

A Good Book Is The Precious Lifeblood Of A Master Spirit.

The Low'ring Element Scowls O'er The Darken'd Landscape.

The Gay Motes That People The Sunbeams.

Abash'd The Devil Stood, And Felt How Awful Goodness Is.