The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.

Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.

The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, "Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more."

Unmissed but by his dogs and by his groom.

War's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.

Religion, richest favor of the skies.

To trace in Nature's most minute design The signature and stamp of power divine. ... The Invisible in things scarce seen revealed, To whom an atom is an ample field.