The Angel That Presided O'er

The Thankful Receiver Bears A Plentiful Harvest.

Love Seeketh Not Itself To Please, Nor For Itself Hath Any Care, But For Another Gives Its Ease, And Builds A Heaven In Hell's Despair.

The Child's Toys And The Old Man's Reasons Are The Fruits Of Two Seasons.

O Winter! Bar Thine Adamantine Doors: The North Is Thine; There Hast Thou Build Thy Dark, Deep-founded Habitation. Shake Not Thy Roofs, Nor Bend Thy Pillars With Thine Iron Car.

Praises Reap Not! Joys Laugh Not! Sorrows Weep Not!