A Spark Neglected Makes A Mighty Fire.

A Careless Shoe String, In Whose Tie I See A Wilde Civility.

In The Hour Of My Distress, When Temptations Me Oppress, And When I My Sins Confess, Sweet Spirit, Comfort Me.

Roses At First Were White, Till Thy Co'd Not Agree, Whether My Sapho's Breast, Or They More White Sho'd Be.

He Who Has Suffered Shipwreck, Fears To Sail Upon The Seas, Though With A Gentle Gale.

In Vain Our Labours Are, Whatsoe'er They Be, Unless God Gives The Benediction.