William Cowper Quotes

No wild enthusiast ever yet could rest,
Till half mankind were like himself possess'd.

Transforms old print To zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes Of gallery critics by a thousand arts.

Here the heart May give a useful lesson to the head, And Learning wiser grow without his books.

Oh! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heav'nly frame; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb!

Which not even critics criticise.

Remorse, the fatal egg by Pleasure laid.

From reveries so airy, from the toil Of dropping buckets into empty wells, And growing old in drawing nothing up.

The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

I am out of humanity's reach. I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech; I start at the sound of my own.