At First Laying Down, As A Fact

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!

There Is No Flock, However Watched And Tended, But One Dead Lamb Is There! There Is No Fireside Howsoe'er Defended, But Has One Vacant Chair.

I Shot An Arrow Into The Air, It Fell To Earth, I Knew Not Where.

Behind The Clouds Is The Sun Still Shining.

For Next To Being A Great Poet Is The Power Of Understanding One.