How Imperfect Is All Our Knowledge!

Commemoration Of Richard Meux Benson, Founder Of The Society Of St John The Evangelist, 1915 Our Critical Day Is Not The Very Day Of Our Death, But The Whole Course Of Our Life; I Thank Him, That Prays For Me When My Bell Tolls; But I Thank Him Much More, That Catechizes Me, Or Preaches To Me, Or Instructs Me How To Live.

If I Dream I Have You, I Have You, For All Our Joys Are But Fantastical.

Who Knows His Virtues Name Or Place, Hath None.

So In A Voice, So In A Shapeless Flame, Angels Affect Us Often.

Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls; It Tolls For Thee