O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.

Want of money and the distress of a thief can never be alleged as the cause of his thieving, for many honest people endure greater hardships with fortitude. We must therefore seek the cause elsewhere than in want of money, for that is the miser's passion, not the thief s.

A musician, an artist, an architect: the man or woman who is not one of these is not a Christian.

O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn; And the morn Rises from the slumbrous mass.

Gratitude, in itself, is heaven.

I heard an Angel singing; When the day was springing, Mercy, Pity, Peace; Is the world's release.

And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.