Grow As A Palm-tree On

When The Race Is Ended, And The Play Is Either Won Or Lost, And Ye Are In The Utmost Circle And Border Of Time, And Shall Put Your Foot Within The March Of Eternity, All The Good Things Of Your Short Nightdream Shall Seem To You Like Ashes Of A Blaze Of Thorns Or Straw.

It Is Certain That This Is Not Only Good Which The Almighty Has Done, But That It Is Best; He Hath Reckoned All Your Steps To Heaven.

Jesus Christ Came Into My Prison Cell Last Night, And Every Stone Flashed Like A Ruby.

Think It Not Hard If You Get Not Your Will, Nor Your Delights In This Life; God Will Have You To Rejoice In Nothing But Himself.

It Is Impossible To Be Submissive And Religiously Patient, If Ye Stay Your Thoughts Down Among The Confused Rollings And Wheels Of Second Causes, As, O, The Place! O, The Time! O, If This Had Been, This Had Not Followed! O, The Linking Of This Accident With This Time And Place! Look Up To The Master Motion And The First Wheel.