Clergyman's

Behold! in Liberty’s unclouded blaze
We lift our heads, a race of other days.
- Charles Sprague

Through life’s dark road his sordid way he wends,
An incarnation of fat dividends.
- Charles Sprague

Through life’s dark road his sordid way he wends,
An incarnation of fat dividends.
- Charles Sprague

Gay, guiltless pair,
What seek ye from the fields of heaven?
Ye have no need of prayer,
Ye have no sins to be forgiven.
- Charles Sprague

Yes, social friend, I love thee well,
In learned doctors’ spite;
Thy clouds all other clouds dispel,
And lap me in delight.
- Charles Sprague

Lo where the stage, the poor, degraded stage,
Holds its warped mirror to a gaping age.
- Charles Sprague