We may think all religions beneficial, and believe of one alone that it is true.

So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore.

The world has little to bestow Where two fond hearts in equal love are joined.

You speak of beginning the education of your son. The moment he was able to form an idea his education was already begun. . . .

We may think all religions beneficial, and believe of one alone that it is true.

The first pale blossom of the unripened year.

Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, And souls are ripened in our northern sky.