Life Hath More Awe Than Death.

Blessings Star Forth Forever; But A Curse Is Like A Cloud, It Passes.

When I Forget That The Stars Shine In Air-- When I Forget That Beauty Is In Stars-- When I Forget That Love With Beauty Is-- Will I Forget Thee: Till Then All Things Else.

Evil Then Results From Imperfection.

Life Is As Serious A Thing As Death.

Dear Lord, Our God And Saviour! For Thy Gifts The World Were Poor In Thanks, Though Every Soul Were To Do Nought But Breathe Them, Every Blade Of Grass, And Every Atomie Of Earth To Utter It Like Dew.