Still Ending, And Beginning Still.

The Dogs Did Bark, The Children Screamed, Up Flew The Windows All; And Every Soul Bawled Out, Well Done! As Loud As He Could Bawl.

Elegant As Simplicity, And Warm As Ecstasy.

I Crown Thee King Of Intimate Delights, Fire-side Enjoyments, Home-born Happiness, And All The Comforts That The Lowly Roof Of Undisturb'd Retirement, And The Hours Of Long Uninterrupted Ev'ning, Know.

There Is No Flesh In Man's Obdurate Heart; He Does Not Feel For Man.

Could He With Reason Murmur At His Case, Himself Sole Author Of His Own Disgrace?