He Hath No Power That Hath Not

The Death-bed Of A Day, How Beautiful!

The World Is A Great Poem, And The World's The Words It Is Writ In, And We Souls The Thoughts.

Doubt Is The Shadow Of Truth.

The Goodness Of The Heart Is Shown In Deeds Of Peacefulness And Kindness. Hand And Heart Are One Thing With The Good, As Thou Should'st Be. Do My Words Trouble Thee? Then Treasure Them, Pain Overgot Gives Peace, As Death Doth Heaven. All Things That Speak Of Heaven Speak Of Peace.

Let Us Think Less Of Men And More Of God.