But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
It is Lucifer, The son of mystery; And since God suffers him to be, He too, is God's minister, And labors for some good By us not understood.
To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might.
Some must follow and some command, through all are made oclay.
He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
It is folly to pretend that one ever wholly recovers from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar. There are faces I can never look upon without emotion, there are names I can never hear spoken without almost starting.