Lost, Lost! One Moment Knelled The Woe

If You Can Sit At Set Of Sun And Count The Deeds That You Have Done And Counting Find Oneself-denying Act, One Word That Eased The Heart Of Him That Heard. One Glance Most Kind, Which Fell Like Sunshine Where He Went, Then You May Count That Day Well Spent.

God Is The Perfect Poet.

All Service Is The Same With God.

I Count Life Just A Stuff To Try The Soul's Strength On.

And I Have Written Three Books On The Soul, Proving Absurd All Written Hitherto, And Putting Us To Ignorance Again.