He Hath A Share Of Man's Intelligence,

Contentions Fierce, Ardent, And Dire, Spring From No Petty Cause.

Well, Then--our Course Is Chosen--spread The Sail-- Heave Oft The Lead, And Mark The Soundings Well-- Look To The Helm, Good Master--many A Shoal Marks This Stern Coast, And Rocks, Where Sits The Siren Who, Like Ambition, Lures Men To Their Ruin.

My Dear, Be A Good Man Be Virtuous Be Religious Be A Good Man. Nothing Else Will Give You Any Comfort When You Come To Lie Here. ...god Bless You All.

I Cannot Tell How The Truth May Be; I Say The Tale As It Was Said To Me.

My Hope, My Heaven, My Trust Must Be, My Gentle Guide, In Following Thee.