What Shall He Fear That

Uncommon Men Require No Common Trust; Give Him But Scope And He Will Set The Bounds.

Ever Building, Building To The Clouds, Still Building Higher, And Never Reflecting That The Poor Narrow Basis Cannot Sustain The Giddy Tottering Column.

O God, How Lovely Still Is Life!

Love Is The Reward Of Love.

Have Hope. Though Clouds Environs Now, And Gladness Hides Her Face In Scorn, Put Thou The Shadow From Thy Brow, - No Night But Hath Its Morn.