Riches Have Wings, And Grandeur Is A

Gardening Imparts An Organic Perspective On The Passage Of Time.

Pity! Religion Has So Seldom Found A Skilful Guide Into Poetic Ground! The Flowers Would Spring Where'er She Deign'd To Stray And Every Muse Attend Her In Her Way.

...so Let Us Welcome Peaceful Evening In.

A Glory Gilds The Sacred Page, Majestic Like The Sun, It Gives A Light To Every Age, It Gives, But Borrows None.

To Follow Foolish Precedents, And Wink With Both Our Eyes, Is Easier Than To Think.