All service ranks the same with God,- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first.

Once more on my adventure brave and new.

Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.

For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.

Tis looking downward makes one dizzy.