How Imperfect Is All Our Knowledge!

Great Sorrows Cannot Speak.

God Is So Omnipresent. . . . God Is An Angel In An Angel, And A Stone In A Stone, And A Straw In A Straw.

Nature's Lay Idiot, I Taught Thee To Love.

God Made Sun And Moon To Distinguish The Seasons, And Day And Night; And We Cannot Have The Fruits Of The Earth But In Their Seasons. But God Hath Made No Decrees To Distinguish The Seasons Of His Mercies. In Paradise The Fruits Were Ripe The First Minute, And In Heaven It Is Always Autumn. His Mercies Are Ever In Their Maturity.

Though Truth And Falsehood Be Near Twins, Yet Truth A Little Elder Is.