The Bride Hath Paced Into The Hall,

A Mother Is A Mother Still, The Holiest Thing Alive.

Prayer Is The Very Highest Energy Of Which The Mind Is Capable.

He Saw A Lawyer Killing A Viper On A Dunghill Hard By His Own Stable; And The Devil Smiled, For It Put Him In Mind Of Cain And His Brother Abel.

Therefore All Seasons Shall Be Sweet To Thee, Whether The Summer Clothe The General Earth With Greenness, Or The Redbreast Sit And Sing Betwixt The Tufts Of Snow On The Bare Branch Of Mossy Apple Tree.

A Bitter And Perplexed "what Shall I Do?" Is Worse To Man Than Worse Necessity.