What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.
Attain the unattainable.
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.
Authority forgets a dying king.
Science grows and Beauty dwindles.
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.