Ours it is to bear the Sabbath in our souls

At the dawn I seek Thee, Refuge, Rock sublime; Set my prayer before thee in the morning, And my prayer at eventime.

Surely a limit boundet every woe, But mine enduring anguish hath no end

The scene was changed. It was a bark that slowly held its way, And o'er its lee the coast of France in the light of evening lay; And on its deck a lady sat, who gazed with tearful eyes Upon the fast receding hills that dim and distant rise.

What great Effects from slender Causes flow!

So All is diff’rent, and yet All is One.

But as well may you, when urging a man up-hill with a heavy load upon his back, and with your lash also upon his back, tell him, that be has nothing to do either with the load or the lash.