And lips say “God be pitiful,” Who ne'er said “God be praised.”
I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
What monster have we here? A great Deed at this hour of day? A great just deed - and not for pay? Absurd - or insincere?
I worked with patience which means almost power.
Where Christ brings His cross He brings His presence; and where He is none are desolate, and there is no room for despair.
When the dust of death has choked a great man's voice, the common words he said turn oracles, the common thoughts he yoked like horses draw like griffins.