A Beardless Cynic Is The Shame Of

Moping Melancholy And Moon-struck Madness.

O'er Many A Frozen, Many A Fiery Alp, Rocks, Caves, Lakes, Fens, Bogs, Dens, And Shades Of Death.

Death From Sin No Power Can Separate.

A Good Principle Not Rightly Understood May Prove As Hurtful As A Bad.

Truth Is Compared In Scripture To A Streaming Fountain; If Her Waters Flow Not In Perpetual Progression, They Sicken Into A Muddy Pool Of Conformity And Tradition.