To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.

Heaven's harmony is universal love.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.

The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.

Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint; Yet I love thee and adore, Oh for grace to love thee more!

To trace in Nature's most minute design The signature and stamp of power divine. ... The Invisible in things scarce seen revealed, To whom an atom is an ample field.

No wisdom that she may gain by experience and reflection hereafter, will compensate the loss of her present hilarity.