Yea, when mortality dissolves, Shall I not meet thine hour unawed? My house eternal in the heavens Is lighted by the smile of God!.

He who loves best his fellow-man, is loving God the holiest way he can..

Shut up the door: who loves me must not look / Upon the withered world, but haste to bring / His lighted candle, and his story-book, / And live with ….

We serve Him most who take the most of His exhaustless love..

True worth is in being, not seeming- In doing, each day that goes by, Some little good, not in the dreaming Of great things to do by and by. For what….

Every life is meant to help all lives; each man should live for all men's betterment..

Desolate--Life is so dreary and desolate-- Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle, Yet with itself every soul standeth single, Deep out of sympat….

The attempt is all the wedge that splits its knotty way betwixt the impossible and possible..

Nothing in this low and ruined world bears the meek impress of the Son of God so surely as forgiveness..

My soul is full of whispered song,-My blindness is my sight;The shadows that I feared so longAre full of life and light..

How many lives we live in one, And how much less than one, in all..

True worth is in being, not seeming.

Coldly and capriciously the slanting sunbeams fall..

With hand on the spade and heart in the sky Dress the ground and till it; Turn in the little seed, brown and dry, Turn out the golden millet. Work, a….

I hold that Christian grace abounds Where charity is seen; that when We climb to heaven, 'tis on the rounds Of love to men..

The fisher droppeth his net in the stream, And a hundred streams are the same as one; And the maiden dreameth her love-lit dream; And what is it all,….

Even for the dead I will not bind my soul to grief, death cannot long divide; for is it not as if the rose that climbed my garden wall had bloomed th….

The path of duty I clearly trace, / I stand with conscience face to face, / And all her pleas allow; / Calling and crying the while for grace, - / 'S….

Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle, Yet with itself every soul standeth single..

There must be room for penitence to mend Life's broken chance; else noise of wars would unmake heaven..

Not what we think, but what we do, / Makes saints of us: all stiff and cold, / The outlines of the corpse show through / The cloth of gold..