But How Can Finite Grasp Infinity?

Sure There Is None But Fears A Future State; And When The Most Obdurate Swear They Do Not, Their Trembling Hearts Belie Their Boasting Tongues.

Love Is A Passion Which Kindles Honor Into Noble Acts.

Revealed Religion First Informed Thy Sight, And Reason Saw Not Till Faith Sprung To Light.

The Conscience Of A People Is Their Power.

What I Have Left Is From My Native Spring; I've Still A Heart That Swells, In Scorn Of Fate, And Lifts Me To My Banks.