The Lily Is All In White, Like

Apothegms Form A Short Cut To Much Knowledge.

I Remember, I Remember The Fir-trees Dark And High; I Used To Think Their Slender Tops Were Close Against The Sky; It Was A Childish Ignorance, But Now 't Is Little Joy To Know I'm Farther Off From Heaven Than When I Was A Boy.

Oh! God! That Bread Should Be So Dear, And Flesh And Blood So Cheap!

Ben Battle Was A Soldier Bold, And Used To War's Alarms, But A Cannon-ball Took Off His Legs, So He Laid Down His Arms.

For Man May Pious Texts Repeat, And Yet Religion Have No Inward Seat