And Children Know, Instinctive Taught,

God Forgive Me For Having Thought It Possible That A Schoolmaster Could Be Out And Out A Rational Being.

My Hope, My Heaven, My Trust Must Be, My Gentle Guide, In Following Thee.

See Yonder Rock From Which The Fountain Gushes; Is It Less Compact Of Adamant, Though Waters Flow From It? Firm Hearts Have Moister Eyes.

The Happy Combination Of Fortuitous Circumstances.

In The Lost Battle, Borne Down By The Flying, Where Mingles War's Rattle With Groans Of The Dying.