It is not hard for any man who hath a Bible in his hand to borrow good words and holy sayings in abundance; but to make them his own is a work of grace only from above.
Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.
The sacred influence of light appears.
In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
With thee conversing I forget all time.
And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.