The Christian Has Greatly The Advantage Of

There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods.

No Hand Can Make The Clock Strike For Me The Hours That Are Passed.

And Life 's Enchanted Cup But Sparkles Near The Brim.

On With The Dance! Let Joy Be Unconfin'd No Sleep Till Morn, When Youth And Pleasure Meet To Chase The Glowing Hours With Flying Feet

From The Mingled Strength Of Shade And Light A New Creation Rises To My Sight, Such Heav'nly Figures From His Pencil Flow, So Warm With Light His Blended Colors Glow. . . . . The Glowing Portraits, Fresh From Life, That Bring Home To Our Hearts The Truth From Which They Spring.