O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.

Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.

Accuse not nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.

But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.

The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide: They hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.

Be strong, live happy and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey, and keep His great command!

The pious and just honoring of ourselves may be thought the fountainhead from whence every laudable and worthy enterprise issues forth.