From every place below the skiesThe grateful song, the fervent prayer,—The incense of the heart, —may riseTo heaven, and find acceptance there.
Every Place a Temple, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). Compare: "This is that incense of the heart / Whose fragrance smells to heaven" Nathaniel Cotton, The Fireside, stanza 11.
The incense of the heart may rise.John Pierpont
A weapon that comes down as stillAs snowflakes fall upon the sod;But executes a freeman's will,As lightning does the will of God;And from its force nor doors nor locksCan shield you,—'t is the ballot-box.John Pierpont