The Tree That Growes Slowly, Keepes It

A Servant With This Clause Makes Drudgery Divine; Who Sweeps A Room As Forthy Laws Makes It And Th'action Fine.

Building Is A Sweet Impoverishing.

The Fineness Which A Hymn Or Psalm Affords If When The Soul Unto The Lines Accords.

Good Is God, But Better Carries It.

We Must Recoile A Little, To The End We May Leap The Better.