Lost, Lost! One Moment Knelled The Woe

We Shall March Prospering,-not Thro' His Presence; Songs May Inspirit Us,-not From His Lyre; Deeds Will Be Done,-while He Boasts His Quiescence, Still Bidding Crouch Whom The Rest Bade Aspire.

Though Rome's Gross Yoke Drops Off, No More To Be Endured, Her Teaching Is Not So Obscured By Errors And Perversities, That No Truth Shines Athwart The Lies.

I Show You Doubt, To Prove That Faith Exists.

I Have Lived, And Seen God's Hand Thro A Life Time, And All Was For The Best.

Most Progress Is Most Failure.