Fear Not That Thy Life

A Cloud Of Incense Was Rising On High; The People Suddenly All Bowed Low; What Could It Mean? The Truth Flashed On Him, Fearfully Yet Sweetly; It Was The Blessed Sacrament - It Was The Lord Incarnate Who Was On The Altar, Who Had Come To Visit And Bless His People. It Was The Great Presence, Which Makes A Catholic Church Different From Every Other Place In The World; Which Makes It, As No Other Place Can Be - Holy.

Satan Is Inconsistent. He Persuades A Man Not To Go To A Synagogue On A Cold Morning; Yet When The Man Does Go, He Follows Him Into It.

To Be Deep In History, Is To Cease To Be Protestant.

Thought And Speech Are Inseparable From Each Other. Matter And Expression Are Parts Of One; Style Is A Thinking Out Into Language.

And With The Morn Those Angel Faces Smile Which I Have Loved Long Since And Lost Awhile.