Lived in his saddle, loved the chase, the course, And always, ere he mounted, kiss'd his horse.

Then liberty, like day, Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.

Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.

Alas! if my best Friend, who laid down His life for me, were to remember all the instances in which I have neglected Him, and to plead them against me in judgment, where should I hide my guilty head in the day of recompense? I will pray, therefore, for blessings on my friends, even though they cease to be so, and upon my enemies, though they continue such.

Folly ends where genuine hope begins.

'Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.

Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.