I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be A pleasant road. I do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me Aught of its load; - Adelaide Anne Procter

Hours are golden links, God's token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them, lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.

Heaven unites again the links that Earth has broken! For on Earth so much is needed, but in Heaven Love is all!

Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, And my fingers wandered idly Over the noisy keys. I do not know what I was playing, Or what I was dreaming then; But I struck one chord of music, Like the sound of a great Amen.