Safe From Temptation, Safe From

Every Man Has A Paradise Around Him Till He Sins, And The Angel Of An Accusing Conscience Drives Him From His Eden.

The Morning Pouring Everywhere, Its Golden Glory On The Air.

The Nimble Lie Is Like The Second-hand Upon A Clock; We See It Fly; While The Hour-hand Of Truth Seems To Stand Still, And Yet It Moves Unseen, And Wins, At Last, For The Clock Will Not Strike Till It Has Reached The Goal.

He That Respects Himself Is Safe From Others. He Wears A Coat Of Mail That None Can Pierce.

The Soul...is Audible, Not Visible.