When I But Hear Her Sing, I

Meditation Is The Soul's Perspective Glass.

Virtue Dwells At The Head Of A River, To Which We Cannot Get But By Rowing Against The Stream.

Of All Trees, I Observe God Hath Chosen The Vine, A Low Plant That Creeps Upon The Helpful Wall; Of All Beasts, The Soft And Patient Lamb; Of All Fowls, The Mild And Guileless Dove. Christ Is The Rose Of The Field, And The Lily Of The Valley. When God Appeared To Moses, It Was Not In The Lofty Cedar Nor The Sturdy Oak Nor The Spreading Palm; But In A Bush, A Humble, Slender, Abject Shrub; As If He Would, By These Elections, Check The Conceited Arrogance Of Man.

It Is Rare To See A Rich Man Religious; For Religion Preaches Restraint, And Riches Prompt To Unlicensed Freedom.

There Is No Belittling Worse Than To Over Praise A Man.