And The Guelder Rose In

Reign, And Keep Life In This Our Deep Desireour Only Greatness Is That We Aspire.

There Is But Halting For The Wearied Foot; The Better Way Is Hidden. Faith Hath Failed; One Stronger Far Than Reason Mastered Her. It Is Not Reason Makes Faith Hard, But Life.

I Have Lived Life Long Enough To Thank God That All My Prayers Have Not Been Answered

How Short Our Happy Days Appear! How Long The Sorrowful!

How Gently Rock Yon Poplars High Against The Reach Of Primrose Sky With Heaven's Pale Candles Stored.