Death: The Grand Perhaps.

Never Brag, Never Bluster, Never Blush.

Love, Hope, Fear, Faith - These Make Humanity; These Are Its Sign And Note And Character.

For The Preacher's Merit Or Demerit, It Were To Be Wished That The Flaws Were Fewer In The Earthen Vessel, Holding Treasure, But The Main Thing Is, Does It Hold Good Measure Heaven Soon Sets Right All Other Matters!

Over My Head His Arm He Flung, Against The World.

All June I Bound The Rose In Sheaves, Now, Rose By Rose, I Strip The Leaves.