Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
The candid incline to surmise of late that the Christian faith proves false.
Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her
The best way to excape his ire Is, not to seem too happy.
Sing, riding 's a joy! For me I ride.