Within That Awful Volume Lies

Though Varying Wishes, Hopes, And Fears, Fever'd The Progress Of These Years, Yet Now, Days, Weeks, And Months But Seem The Recollection Of A Dream.

As Hope And Fear Alternate Chase Our Course Through Life's Uncertain Race.

In Man's Most Dark Extremity Oft Succour Dawns From Heaven.

Do Not Christians And Heathens, And Jews And Gentiles, And Poets And Philosophers, Unite In Allowing The Starry Influences?

Look At A Gown Of Gold, And You Will At Least Get A Sleeve Of It.