Both Read The Bible Day And Night,

Joy And Woe Are Woven Fine, A Clothing For The Soul Divine. Under Every Grief And Pine Runs A Joy With Silken Twine.

God Appears, And God Is Light, To Those Poor Souls Who Dwell In Night; But Does A Human Form Display To Those Who Dwell In Realms Of Day.

They Who Forgive Most Shall Be Most Forgiven.

'come Hither, My Boy, Tell Me What Thou Seest There?' 'a Fool Tangled In A Religious Snare.'

Improvement Makes Strait Roads, But The Crooked Roads Without Improvement, Are Roads Of Genius.