Prayer Flies Where The Eagle Never Flew.

The Hope Of Immortality Makes Heroes Of Cowards.

Faith Is The Backbone Of The Social And The Foundation Of The Commercial Fabric; Remove Faith Between Man And Man, And Society And Commerce Fall To Pieces. There Is Not A Happy Home On Earth But Stands On Faith; Our Heads Are Pillowed On It, We Sleep At Night In Its Arms With Greater Security For The Safety Of Our Lives, Peace, And Prosperity Than Bolts And Bars Can Give.

Perhaps God Does With His Heavenly Garden As We Do With Our Own. He May Chiefly Stock It From Nurseries, And Select For Transplanting What Is Yet In Its Young And Tender Age--flowers Before They Have Bloomed And Trees Ere They Begin To Bear.

The Mental Powers Acquire Their Full Robustness When The Cheek Loses Its Ruddy Hue, And The Limbs Their Elastic Step; And Pale Thought Sits On Manly Brows, And The Watchman, As He Walks His Rounds, Sees The Student's Lamp Burning Far Into The Silent Night.

Heaven Is The Day Of Which Grace Is The Dawn; The Rich, Ripe Fruit Of Which Grace Is The Lovely Flower; The Inner Shrine Of That Most Glorious Temple To Which Grace Forms The Approach And Outer Court.