The Invitation, To Tom Highes What we can we will be, Honest Englishmen. Do the work that's nearest, Though it's dull at whiles, Helping, when we meet them, Lame dogs over stiles.

Do noble things, not dream them all day long: And so make Life, Death, and the vast Forever one grand, sweet song.

Make it a rule and pray to God to help you keep it . . . never, if possible, to lie down at night without being able to say "I have made one human being at least a little wiser, a little happier, or a little better this day."

Study nature as the countenance of God.

He was one of those men who possess almost every gift, except the gift of the power to use them.

Every duty which is bidden to wait returns with seven fresh duties at its back.

Do what thou dost as if the earth were heaven, and thy last day the day of judgment.