Manner is all in all, whate'er is writ, The substitute for genius, sense, and wit. - William Cowper

For 't is a truth well known to most, That whatsoever thing is lost, We seek it, ere it come to light, In every cranny but the right.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds; And as the mind is pitched the ear is pleased With melting airs or martial, brisk, or grave: Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touched within us, and the heart replies. How soft the music of those village bells Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet!

To see the law by Christ fulfill’d, And hear his pardoning voice, Changes a slave into a child, And duty into choice.