The laughing dames in who he did delight, Whose large blue
eyes, fair locks, and snowy hands, Might shake the
saintship of an anchorite.
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It is not with a rush and a spring that we are to reach Christ's character, and attain to perfect saintship; but step by step, foot by foot, hand over hand, we are slowly and often painfully to mount the ladder that rests on earth, and rises to heaven.
thomas guthrieIt is not with a rush and a spring that we are to reach Christ's character, and attain to perfect saintship; but step by step, foot by foot, hand over hand, we are slowly and often painfully to mount the ladder that rests on earth, and rises to heaven.
Might make a saintship of an anchorite.
lord byron