A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long, That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever.

Man's word is God in man.

Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be?

Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.

There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.

He makes no friend who never made a foe.

Through the ages one increasing purpose runs.