God made the country, and man made the town.
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.
Accomplishments have taken virtue's place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.
Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.
We sacrifice to dress till household joys and comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry, and keeps our larder lean.