My Hope And Treasure Lies

Let Greeks Be Greeks, And Women What They Are.

If We Had Not Winter, The Spring Would Not Be So Pleasant; If We Did Not Sometimes Taste Of Adversity, Prosperity Would Not Be So Welcome.

My Hope And Treasure Lies Above

A Prosperous State Makes A Secure Christian, But Adversity Makes Him Consider.

When I Behold The Heavens As In Their Prime, And Then The Earth (though Old) Still Clad In Green, The Stones And Trees, Insensible Of Time, Nor Age Nor Wrinkle On Their Front Are Seen