The Path Of Sorrow, And

No Wild Enthusiast Could Rest, Till Half The World Like Him Was Possessed.

Knowledge Is Proud That It Knows So Much; Wisdom Is Humble That It Knows No More.

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

All Truth Is Precious, If Not All Divine; And What Dilates The Powers Must Needs Refine.

Restraining Prayer, We Cease To Fight; Prayer Keeps The Christian's Armor Bright; And Satan Trembles When He Sees The Weakest Saint Upon His Knees.