If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars.

And almost everyone when age, disease, or sorrows strike him, inclines to think there is a God, or something very like him.

Action will furnish belief,-but will that belief be the true one? This is the point, you know.

Thou shalt not steal; an empty feat, When it's so lucrative to cheat.

It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so: That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip Thou dost not fall.

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars.

That out of sight is out of mind is true of most we leave behind.