The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.

But God himself is truth; in propagating which, as men display a greater integrity and zeal, they approach nearer to the similitude of God, and possess a greater portion of his love.

Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heav'n.

They also serve who only stand and wait.

Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.

It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born child, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.

For what can war, but endless war, still breed?