The voice that breathed o'er Eden, That earliest wedding day.

Blest are the pure in heart, for they shall see our God. The secret of the Lord is theirs; Their soul is Christ's abode.

The voice that breathed o'er Eden, That earliest wedding day.

Time's waters will not ebb nor stay.

For as fire is kindled by fire, so is a poet's mind kindled by contact with a brother poet.

Once you make up your mind never to stand waiting and hesitating when your conscience tells you what you ought to do, and you have got the key to every blessing that a sinner can reasonably hope for.

Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near.