Man is more than constitutions.

Reason's voice and God's, Nature's and Duty's, never are at odds.

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!

I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.

A charmed life old goodness hath; the tares may perish, but the grain is not for death.

Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; who sows a field, or trains a flower, or plants a tree, is more than all.

Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings; I know that God is good!