Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice morn, on th' Indian steep From her cabin'd loop-hole peep.
But God himself is truth; in propagating which, as men display a greater integrity and zeal, they approach nearer to the similitude of God, and possess a greater portion of his love.
Gratitude bestows reverence.....changing forever how we experience life and the world.
With thee conversing I forget all time.
Calm of mind, all passion spent.
Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites or crows flocking and fighting in the air?