A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day.

Either sex alone is half itself.

Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him; and tho' he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay.

What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.

Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace;Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet;Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.

Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.

The old order changes yielding place to new.