There Is In Souls A

Built God A Church And Laughed His Word To Scorn.

No Wisdom That She May Gain By Experience And Reflection Hereafter, Will Compensate The Loss Of Her Present Hilarity.

Religion, Richest Favor Of The Skies.

But Animated Nature Sweeter Still, To Soothe And Satisfy The Human Ear.

Now Stir The Fire, And Close The Shutters Fast, Let Fall The Curtains, Wheel The Sofa Around, And While The Bubbling And Loud-hissing Urn Throws Up A Steamy Column, And The Cups That Cheer But Not Inebriate, Wait On Each, So Let Us Welcome Peaceful Evening In