The Trivial Round, The Common Task,would Furnish

Blest Are The Pure In Heart, For They Shall See Our God. The Secret Of The Lord Is Theirs; Their Soul Is Christ's Abode.

God Hath Sworn To Lift On High Who Sinks Himself By True Humility.

If The Church Of England Were To Fail, It Would Be Found In My Parish

Love Masters Agony; The Soul That Seemed Forsaken Feels Her Present God Again And In Her Father's Arms Contented Dies Away.

Pride Of The Dewy Morning, The Swain's Experienced Eye From Thee Takes Timely Warning. Nor Trusts The Gorgeous Sky.