WHAT AM I RIDDLES

’Tis found in our troubles, ’tis mixed with our pleasures,
’Tis laid up above with our heavenly treasures;
’Tis whispered in heaven, and ’tis muttered in hell,
And it findeth a place in each sybilline spell;
In Paradise nestled, ’mid Eden’s fair flowers,
It has sported with Eve in rose-perfumed bowers;
’Tis muttered in curses, yet breathed in our prayers;
From the path of our duty it tempts us in snares.
Deep, deep in our hearts you will find it engraved;
Though in misery sunk, yet from sin it is saved.
’Tis found in the stream that flows on to the ocean;
Though in bustle forever, ’tis ne’er in commotion.
’Tis wafted afar o’er the land in each breath;
In the grave ’tis decaying—you'll find it in death.
It is floating away on the broad stream of time,
Yet it findeth a place in eternity’s clime.
In the legends of nations it holdeth a place;
There’s no charm without it to the beautiful face.
In thunder you'll hear it, if closely you listen;
In moonbeam and sunbeam forever ’twill glisten.
In the dew-drop it sparkles; ’tis found in the forest;
It whispers in peace when our need is the sorest.

What am I?

What do you use to hoe a row, slay a foe, and wring with woe?

Of no use to one Yet absolute bliss to two. The small boy gets it for nothing. The young man has to lie for it. The old man has to buy it. The baby's right, The lover's privilege, The hypocrite's mask. To the young girl, faith; To the married woman, hope; To the old maid, charity. What am I?

My tines be long,
My tines be short,
My tines end ere,
My first report.,
What am I?

When you add meat to me, I become vegetarian. What am I?

What animal probably likes doors?

Untainted, Eternal, Marooned A place where the living will move. A shrine beneath the sun. Greeted by the morning's crest. Our sanctity, Our rest. For when our day is done. What am I?

I am a tick, I am usually black or white, You will find me on many clothing, People think I am cool.

What am I?

I have a mouth, no butt, two cranes and floating vessels. What am I?

It goes through the door
without pinching

It sits on the stove
without burning

It sits on the table
Not ashamed