Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies.
Justice divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries.
To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.
I on the other side Us'd no ambition to commend my deeds; The deeds themselves, though mute, spoke loud the doer.
Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.