He Who Doubts From What He Sees

Where Lambs Have Nibbled, Silent Moves The Feet Of Angels Bright; Unseen They Pour Blessing, And Joy Without Ceasing, On Each Bud And Blossom, And Each Sleeping Bosom.

How Can A Bird That Is Born For Joy Sit In A Cage And Sing?

There Is No Mistake So Great As The Mistake Of Not Going On.

God And His Priest And King,...make Up A Heaven Of Our Misery.

To Create A Little Flower Is The Labour Of Ages.