From yon blue heavens above us bent The gardener Adam and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent. Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.

Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.

Too much wit makes the world rotten.

Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.

Bible reading is an education in itself.

So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.

For always roaming with a hungry heart.