A Rusted Nail, Placed Near The Faithful

My Hope, My Heaven, My Trust Must Be, My Gentle Guide, In Following Thee.

There Are Those To Whom A Sense Of Religion Has Come In Storm And Tempest; There Are Those Whom It Has Summoned Amid Scenes Of Revelry And Idle Vanity; There Are Those, Too, Who Have Heard Its "still Small Voice" Amid Rural Leisure And Placid Retirement. But Perhaps The Knowledge Which Causeth Not To Err Is Most Frequently Impressed Upon The Mind During The Season Of Affliction.

A Ruin Should Always Be Protected But Never Repaired - Thus May We Witness Full The Lingering Legacies Of The Past.

Look Not Thou On Beauty's Charming; Sit Thou Still When Kings Are Arming; Taste Not When The Wine-cup Glistens; Speak Not When The People Listens

And Better Had They Ne'er Been Born, Who Read To Doubt, Or Read To Scorn.