Date: 1773, 1894-1895
"The human Spirit, when it burns and shines, / 'Lamp of Jehovah" Solomon defines. / Now, as a Vessel, to contain the Whole, / This 'Lamp' denotes the Body, Oil the Soul"
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Date: 1773, 1894-1895
"Your Doctor's Potion, Patience, and the Bark, / May hit both mental, and material Mark; / One serves to keep the Ague from the Mind, / As t'other does, from its corporeal Rind."
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Date: 1773, 1894-1895
"For what the Bark is to the growing Tree, / To human Mind, that, Patience seems to be; / They hold the Principles of Growth together, / And blunt the Force of Accident, and Weather."
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Date: 1773, 1894-1895
"Patience defends us from all outward Hap; / Of inward Life Thanksgiving is the Sap."
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Date: 1773, 1894-1895
"That He, to Whom all Love is due, / Engraves upon pure loving Hearts."
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Date: 1773
"If Reason must judge, and we two must agree, / Another, third Reason must give the Decree"
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Date: 1773, 1894-1895
One may learn "her Lesson from within" and "There […] read the Characters imprest / Upon the Mind of ev'ry human Breast,-- / The native Laws prescrib'd to every Soul, / And Love, the One Fulfiller of the Whole."
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Date: February 3, 1788
"The spirit of the Gospel 'proclaims liberty to the captive, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound:' but these men rivet the chains of slavery; 'the iron enters into the Negro's soul,' while while his mind is left in all the darkness of ignorance, without one ray of those comforts ...
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Date: 1789?
"If conscious Genius stamp their chosen breast, / And on the forehead show her seal impressed."
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Date: 1790
"In the deep caverns of Despair ye lay: / She, iron-hearted mother, never pressed / Your wasted forms with transport to her breast."
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