Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, It is not night if thou be near. Oh, may no earthborn cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.

When you find yourself overpowered, as it were, by melancholy, the best way is to go out and do something.

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.

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.

And help us, this and every day, to live more nearly as we pray.

Give us grace to listen well.

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