“The man that is open of heart to his neighbour,
And stops to consider his likes and dislikes,
His blood shall be wholesome whatever his labour,
His luck shall be with him whatever he strikes.
The Splendour of Morning shall dully possess him,
That he may not be sad at the falling of eve.
And, when he has done with mere living–God bless him!–
A many shall sigh, and one Woman shall grieve!”
(R. Kipling in Neighbours)
“This is the place. Stand still, my steed,
Let me review the scene,
And summon from the shadowy Past
The forms that once have been.
The Past and Present here unite
Beneath Time’s flowing tide,
Like footprints hidden by a brook,
But seen on either side.”
(H.W. Longfellow in A gleam of sunshine)
“O praise the Lord, for it is a good thing
to sing praises unto our God;
yea, a joyful and pleasant thing it is to be thankful.
O let your songs be of him and praise him,
and let your talking be of all his wondrous works.
Remember the marvellous works that he hath done,
his wonders and the judgements of his mouth.”
(Song by Walter Porter)