Health Is My Expected Heaven.

There Is An Electric Fire In Human Nature Tending To Purify - So That Among These Human Creatures There Is Continually Some Birth Of New Heroism. The Pity Is That We Must Wonder At It, As We Should At Finding A Pearl In Rubbish.

When The Melancholy Fit Shall Fall Sudden From Heaven Like A Weeping Cloud, That Fosters The Droop-headed Flowers All, And Hides The Green Hill In An April Shroud; Then Glut Thy Sorrow On A Morning Rose.

Health Is The Greatest Of Blessings - With Health And Hope We Should Be Content To Live.

The Silver, Snarling Trumpets 'gan To Chide.

A Hope Beyond The Shadow Of A Dream.