God's Beneficence Streams Out From The Morning

The Church-bells Of Innumerable Sects Are All Chime-bells To-day, Ringing In Sweet Accordance Throughout Many Lands, And Awaking A Great Joy In The Heart Of Our Common Humanity.

The Night Comes For The Purpose Of Checking Our Busy Employment, And Introducing An Interval Of Repose Between The Links Of Our Action And Our Aspiration. It Draws Its Dim Curtain Around The Field Of Toil. It Buries The Objects Of Our Handiwork In Darkness, And Involves Them With Uncertainty. It Comes To The Relief Of The Exhausted Body And The Tired Brain. Our Powers, Harmonizing With The Diurnal Revolutions Of The Earth, Fail With The Failing Light, And A Merciful Providence Casts Around Us This Mantle Of Shadow, And Snatches Us From Our Occupation.

It Is Difficult To Believe That A True Gentleman Will Ever Become A Gamester, A Libertine, Or A Sot.

Munificent Nature Follows The Methods Of The Divine And True, And Rounds All Things To Her Perfect Law. While Nations Are Convulsed With Blood And Violence, How Quietly The Grass Grows.

No Great Truth Bursts Upon Man Without Having Its Hemisphere Of Darkness And Sorrow.