I Believe Not Only In "special Providences,"

Our Wanton Accidents Take Root, And Grow To Vaunt Themselves God's Laws.

You Are Literally Filled With The Fruit Of Your Own Devices, With Rats And Mice And Such Small Deer, Paramecia, And Entomostraceæ, And Kicking Things With Horrid Names, Which You See In Microscopes At The Polytechnic, And Rush Home And Call For Brandy-without The Water-stone, And Gravel, And Dyspepsia, And Fragments Of Your Own Muscular Tissue Tinged With Your Own Bile.

I Believe Not Only In "special Providences," But In The Whole Universe As One Infinite Complexity Of "special Providences.

It Is Not Darkness You Are Going To, For God Is Light. It Is Not Lonely, For Christ Is With You. It Is Not Unknown Country, For Christ Is There.

Three Fishers Went Sailing Away To The West, Away To The West As The Sun Went Down; Each Thought On The Woman Who Loved Him The Best, And The Children Stood Watching Them Out Of The Town.