The Sacred Influence Of Light Appears.

Heaven Is For Thee Too High To Know What Passes There; Be Lowly Wise. Think Only What Concerns Thee And Thy Being; Dream Not Of Other Worlds, What Creatures There Live, In What State, Condition, Or Degree, Contented That Thus Far Hath Been Revealed.

To Hear The Lark Begin His Flight, And Singing Startle The Dull Night, From His Watch-tower In The Skies, Till The Dappled Dawn Doth Rise.

To Be Blind Is Not Miserable; Not To Be Able To Bear Blindness, That Is Miserable.

Confidence Imparts A Wonderful Inspiration To The Possessor.

Faithful Found Among The Faithless.