There Is An Hour Wherein

When God At First Made Man, Having A Glass Of Blessings Standing By, 'let Us,'said He,'pour On Him All We Can: Let The World's Riches, Which Disperse' D Lie, Contract Into A Span'.

Exalted Manna, Gladness Of The Best, Heaven In Ordinary, Man Well Drest.

Stay A Little And News Will Find You.

The March Sunne Raises But Dissolves Not.

Every Mile Is Two In Winter