Grief Hallows Hearts, Even While It Ages

Evil And Good Are God's Right Hand And Left.

We Live Not To Ourselves, Our Work Is Life.

Dear Lord, Our God And Saviour! For Thy Gifts The World Were Poor In Thanks, Though Every Soul Were To Do Nought But Breathe Them, Every Blade Of Grass, And Every Atomie Of Earth To Utter It Like Dew.

See The Sun! God's Crest Upon His Azure Shield, The Heavens.

Ah, Nothing Comes To Us Too Soon But Sorrow.