Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share? Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan, an infant fear? No, no! never can it be! Never, never can it be!

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory.

Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty !

A dead body revenges not injuries.

We are led to believe a lie When we see not through the eye.

The Old and New Testaments are the Great Code of Art.