I have a kitten,the drollest of all creatures that ever wore a cat's skin.
Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
Admirals extolled for standing still, or doing nothing with a deal of skill.
Religion! what treasure untold resides in that heavenly word!
Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.