Humility And Resignation Are Our

What, Start At This! When Sixty Years Have Spread. Their Grey Experience O'er Thy Hoary Head? Is This The All Observing Age Could Gain? Or Hast Thou Known The World So Long In Vain?

He Trudged Along Unknowing What He Sought, And Whistled As He Went, For Want Of Thought.

That Gloomy Outside, Like A Rusty Chest, Contains The Shoring Treasure Of A Soul Resolved And Brave.

Pity Only On Fresh Objects Stays, But With The Tedious Sight Of Woes Decays.

Ill Fortune Seldom Comes Alone.