The Deafest Man Can Hear Praise, And

The Siren Waits Thee, Singing Song For Song.

There Is No Eloquence Which Does Not Agitate The Soul.

Piety--warm, Soft, And Passive As The Ether Round The Throne Of Grace--is Made Callous And Inactive By Kneeling Too Much.

Men, Like Nails, Lose Their Usefulness When They Lose Their Direction And Begin To Bend.

Music Is God's Gift To Man, The Only Art Of Heaven Given To Earth, The Only Art Of Earth We Take To Heaven.