Duties are ours; events are God’s. This removes an infinite burden from the shoulders of a miserable, tempted, dying creature. On this consideration only, can he securely lay down his head, and close his eyes.
Materialists and madmen never have doubts.
Autumn A touch of cold in the Autumn night -- I walked abroad, And saw the ruddy moon lean over…
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was…