There Will Be No True Freedom Without

Because I Believe In A God Of Absolute And Unbounded Love, Therefore I Believe In A Loving Anger Of His Which Will And Must Devour And Destroy All Which Is Decayed, Monstrous, Abortive In His Universe Till All Enemies Shall Be Put Under His Feet, And God Shall Be All In All.

Stick To The Old Truths And The Old Paths, And Learn Their Di- Vineness By Sick-beds And In Every-day Work, And Do Not Darken Your Mind With Intellectual Puzzles, Which May Breed Disbelief, But Can Never Breed Vital Religion Or Practical Usefulness.

Do Noble Things, Not Dream Them All Day Long: And So Make Life, Death, And The Vast Forever One Grand, Sweet Song.

All Who Have Travelled Through The Delicious Scenery Of North Devon Must Needs Know The Little White Town Of Bideford, Which Slopes Upwards From Its Broad Tide-river Paved With Yellow Sands, And Many-arched Old Bridge, Where Salmon Wait For Autumn Floods, Toward The Pleasant Upland On The West.

It's All In The Day's Work, As The Huntsman Said When The Lion Ate Him.