I Know Not How It Is, But

Every Man Is In Some Sort A Failure To Himself. No One Ever Reaches The Heights To Which He Aspires.

Welcome, My Old Friend, Welcome To A Foreign Fireside.

Every Dew-drop And Rain-drop Had A Whole Heaven Within It.

God Sifted A Whole Nation That He Might Send Choice Grain Over Into This Wilderness.

If The Great Captain Of Plymouth Is So Very Eager To Wed Me, Why Does He Not Come Himself, And Take The Trouble To Woo Me? If I Am Not Worth The Wooing, I Surely Am Not Worth The Winning!