God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea And rides upon the storm. - William Cowper

God moves in mysterious ways
His wonders to performs

Candid, and generous, and just, Boys care but little whom they trust, An error soon corrected— For who but learns in riper years That man, when smoothest he appears Is most to be suspected?

O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!

Forced from home and all its pleasures Afric's coast I left forlorn, To increase a stranger's treasures O'er the raging billows borne. Men from England bought and sold me, Paid my price in paltry gold; But, though slave they have enrolled me, Minds are never to be sold.