Him That Yon Soars On Golden Wing,

The End Of All Learning Is To Know God, And Out Of That Knowledge To Love And Imitate Him.

Beauty Is God's Handwriting-a Wayside Sacrament.

So Many Laws Argues So Many Sins.

See Golden Days, Fruitful Of Golden Deeds, With Joy And Love Triumphing.

And Storied Windows Richly Dight, Casting A Dim Religious Light. There Let The Pealing Organ Blow, To The Full-voiced Choir Below, In Service High, And Anthems Clear As May, With Sweetness, Through Mine Ear Dissolve Me Into Ecstasies, And Bring All Heaven Before Mine Eyes.