Skins May Differ, But Affection Dwells In

Happy The Man Who Sees A God Employed In All The Good And Ills That Checker Life.

The Still Small Voice Is Wanted.

Far Happier Are The Dead Methinks Than They Who Look For Death And Fear It Every Day.

The Nurse Sleeps Sweetly, Hired To Watch The Sick, / Whom, Snoring, She Disturbs.

Great Offices Will Have Great Talents, And God Gives To Every Man The Virtue, Temper, Understanding, Taste, That Lifts Him Into Life, And Lets Him Fall Just In The Niche He Was Ordained To Fill.