Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time.

Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.

In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.

Meek Walton's heavenly memory.

The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.

Spires whose "silent finger points to heaven."

All that we behold is full of blessings.