Our Critical Day Is Not

I Am A Little World Made Cunningly.

Death Is An Ascension To A Better Library.

Keep Us, Lord, So Awake In The Duties Of Our Calling That We May Sleep In Thy Peace And Wake In Thy Glory.

If Ever Any Beauty I Did See, Which I Desired, And Got, 'twas But A Dream Of Thee.

The Rich Have No More Of The Kingdom Of Heaven Than They Have Purchased Of The Poor By Their Alms.