A Teacher Should Be Sparing Of His

Slaves Cannot Breathe In England; If Their Lungs Receive Our Air, That Moment They Are Free; They Touch Our Country, And Their Shackles Fall.

Those Flimsy Webs That Break As Soon As Wrought, Attain Not To The Dignity Of Thought.

God Moves In A Mysterious Way, His Wonders To Perform. He Plants His Footsteps In The Sea, And Rides Upon The Storm.

But, Oh, Thou Bounteous Giver Of All Good, Thou Art, Of All Thy Gifts, Thyself Thy Crown!

Fancy, Like The Finger Of A Clock, Runs The Great Circuit, And Is Still At Home.