From every place below the skiesThe grateful song, the fervent prayer,—The incense of the heart, —may riseTo heaven, and find acceptance there.
The pure, the beautiful, the bright,That stirred our hearts in youth,The impulse to a wordless prayer,The dreams of love and truth,The longings after something lost,The spirit’s yearning cry,The strivings after better hopes,—These things can never die.sarah doudney
Wherever God erects a house of prayer,The Devil always builds a chapel there;And 'twill be found, upon examination,The latter has the largest congregation.Daniel Defoe
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