Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small;

Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.

Manlike is it to fall into sin;

Fiendlike is it to dwell therein;

Christlike is it for sin to grieve;

Godlike is it all sin to leave.²⁹²⁹These two versions are quoted from Mr. Longfellow's poems.

In this world every man will deem

What pleases him, is good supreme;

But he who gains by his good hap

These four things, sits in Fortune's lap:

A gracious God, a loving wife,

Calm death to end a healthful life.

What force is there on earth can faith compel?

Force can produce denial, not faith as well.

Whene'er between the human heart and God's love from on high

Earth's shadow falls,--our day grows dark, eclipse o'erspreads our sky;

The sun of God's dear solace gone, whence true delight we gain,

Only the world is left the heart--that meaneth only pain,