Lions would have fared better, had lions been the artists.
And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.
Faith ventures and hazards . . . counting the costs and delighting in the sacrifice.
Learn to do thy part and leave the rest to Heaven.
It is as absurd to argue men, as to torture them, into believing.
Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling gloom, lead thou me on.