He holds him with his glittering eye, And listens like a three years' child.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeIn the deepest night of trouble and sorrow God gives us so much to be thankful for that we need never cease our singing. With all our wisdom and foresight we can take a lesson in gladness and gratitude from the happy bird that sings all night, as if the day were not long enough to tell its joy.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeIn wonder all philosophy began, in wonder it ends, and admiration fill up the interspace; but the first wonder is the offspring of ignorance, the last is the parent of adoration.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge