Wisdom is sometimes nearer when we stop than when we soar.
Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.
Nought shall prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
What are fears but voices airy? Whispering harm where harm is not, And deluding the unwary Till the fatal bolt is shot!