Like Melrose Abbey, large cities should especially be viewed by moonlight.

We may believe that we shall know each other's forms hereafter; and in the bright fields of the better land call the lost dead to us.

A lamp is lit in woman's eye; that souls, else lost on earth, remember angels by.

The children of the poor are so apt to look as if the rich would have been over-blest with such! Alas for the angel capabilities, interrupted so soon with care, and with after life so sadly unfulfilled.

Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart- rendered to God for his goodness.

Blessed are the joymakers.

One lamp — thy mother’s love — amid the stars Shall lift its pure flame changeless, and before The throne of God, burn through eternity - Holy — as it was lit and lent thee here.