Reason's voice and God's, Nature's and Duty's, never are at odds.

Oh, talk as we may of beauty as a thing to be chiselled from marble or wrought out on canvas, speculate as we may upon its colors and outlines, what is it but an intellectual abstraction, after all? The heart feels a beauty of another kind; looking through the outward environment, it discovers a deeper and more real love-liness.

Leaning on Him, make with reverent meekness His own thy will.

Rest if you must, but never quit.

God is good and God is light In this faith I rest secure, Evil can but serve the right, Over all shall love endure.

Nature eschews regular lines; she does not shape her lines by a common model. Not one of Eve's numerous progeny in all respects resembles her who first culled the flowers of Eden. To the infinite variety and picturesque inequality of nature we owe the great charm of her uncloying beauty.

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!