O never star Was lost; here We all aspire to heaven and there is heaven Above us. If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late Will pierce the gloom. I shall emerge some day.
I know what I want and what I might gain, and yet, how profitless to know.
The great beacon light God sets in all, the conscience of each bosom.
Silence 'tis awe decrees.
A man in armour is his armour's slave.
Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.