Our Critical Day Is Not The Very

True And False Fears Let Us Refrain, Let Us Love Nobly, And Live, And Add Again Years And Years Unto Years, Till We Attain To Write Threescore ; This Is The Second Of Our Reign.

When God's Hand Is Bent To Strike, It Is A Fearful Thing To Fall Into The Hands Of The Living God ; But To Fall Out Of The Hands Of The Living God Is A Horror Beyond Our Expression, Beyond Our Imagination.

Reason Is Our Soul's Left Hand, Faith Her Right, By These We Reach Divinity

Nothing But Man Of All Envenomed Things, Doth Work Upon Itself, With Inborn Stings.

But I Do Nothing Upon Myself, And Yet I Am My Own Executioner.