Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heart-strings
To prevent and suppress rising resentment is wise and glorious, is manly and divine.
What bliss will fill the ransomed souls, when they in glory dwell, to see the sinner as he rolls, in quenchless flames of hell.
In books, or work, or healthful play.
When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
Nothing tends so much to enlarge the mind as traveling.