What Men Call Accident Is God's Own

Life Is Less Than Nothing Without Love.

O, There Is Naught On Earth Worth Being Known But God And Our Own Souls!

Naught But God Can Satisfy The Soul.

See The Gold Sunshine Patching, And Streaming And Streaking Across The Gray-green Oaks; And Catching, By Its Soft Brown Beard, The Moss.

Any Heart Turned Godward Feels More Joyin One Short Hour Of Prayer, Than E'er Was Raisedby All The Feasts Of Earth Since Its Foundation.