John Armstrong

This restless world
Is full of chances, which by habit's power
To learn to bear is easier read more

This restless world
Is full of chances, which by habit's power
To learn to bear is easier than to shun.

How happy he whose toil
Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd
A pleasing lassitude; he not read more

How happy he whose toil
Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd
A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain
Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams.
His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve
In soft repose; on him the balmy dews
Of Sleep with double nutriment descend.

Virtue and sense are one; and, trust me, still
A faithless heart betrays the head unsound.

Virtue and sense are one; and, trust me, still
A faithless heart betrays the head unsound.

Know then, whatever cheerful and serene
Supports the mind, supports the body too:
Hence, the most vital read more

Know then, whatever cheerful and serene
Supports the mind, supports the body too:
Hence, the most vital movement mortals feel
Is hope, the balm and lifeblood of the soul.

We still take them, and each and every MSHA citation, seriously.

We still take them, and each and every MSHA citation, seriously.