The body sprang At once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,-no!

The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.

How very hard it is to be a Christian!

I hold that a man should strive to the uttermost for his life's set prize.

'Tis well averred, A scientific faith's absurd.

God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod.