To Draw True Beauty Shows A Master's

Blown Roses Hold Their Sweetness To The Last.

Swift Was The Race, But Short The Time To Run.

The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Radiant Sun, Is Nature's Eye.

A Fiery Soul, Which Working Out Its Way, Fretted The Pygmy-body To Decay: And O'er-informed The Tenement Of Clay. A Daring Pilot In Extremity; Pleased With The Danger, When The Waves Went High He Sought The Storms...

Secret Guilt By Silence Is Betrayed.