God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.

The Crime, from us, is hidden, [though] he is presumed to know.

Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.

Some Arrows slay but whom they strike - But this slew all but him - Who so appareled his Escape - Too trackless for a Tomb

At least to pray is left - is left Oh Jesus - in the Air - I know not which thy chamber is - I'm knocking everywhere.

They address an Eclipse every morning, whom they call their "Father."

Vinnie rocks her Garden and moans that God won't help her. I suppose he is too busy getting angry with the Wicked every day.

The Truth never flaunted a sign.

The world allured me & in an unguarded moment I listened to her siren voice. From that moment I seemed to lose interest in heavenly things. Friends reasoned with me & told me of the danger I was in. I felt my danger & was alarmed, but I had rambled too far to return & ever since my heart has been growing harder.