That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton.

Neither evil tongues, rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all the dreary intercourse of daily life, shall ever prevail against us.

Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.

If thou art beautiful, and youth and thought endue thee with all truth-be strong;--be worthy of the grace of God.

Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial.

And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.

We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud, And magnify thy name Almighty God! But man is thy most awful instrument, In working out a pure intent.