Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.
From his lips/Not words alone pleased her.
And these gems of Heav'n, her starry train.
The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).
Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good.
In contemplation of created things, by steps we may ascend to God.