If We Are Intended For Great Ends,

Lead, Kindly Light, Amid The Encircling Gloom, Lead Thou Me On.

There Are Wounds Of The Spirit Which Never Close And Are Intended In God's Mercy To Bring Us Nearer To Him, And To Prevent Us Leaving Him By Their Very Perpetuity. Such Wounds Then May Almost Be Taken As A Pledge, Or At Least As A Ground For A Humble Trust, That God Will Give Us The Great Gift Of Perseverance To The End. This Is How I Comfort Myself In My Own Great Bereavements.

And With The Morn Those Angel Faces Smile Which I Have Loved Long Since And Lost Awhile.

I Loved The Garish Day, And, Spite Of Fears, Pride Ruled My Will: Remember Not Past Years.

Literature Stands Related To Man As Science Stands To Nature; It Is His History.