Love Makes Its Record In Deeper Colors

And So We Plough Along, As The Fly Said To The Ox.

A Town That Boasts Inhabitants Like Me Can Have No Lack Of Good Society.

A Single Conversation Across The Table With A Wise Man Is Better Than Ten Years Mere Study Of Books.

O Holy Trust! O Endless Sense Of Rest! Like The Beloved John To Lay His Head Upon The Saviour's Breast, And Thus To Journey On!

Stars Of Earth, These Golden Flowers; Emblems Of Our Own Great Resurrection; Emblems Of The Bright And Better Land.