"Heard the voice
Of him who met the Highest in the mount,
And brought them tables, graven with His hand."

--Holmes, Wind-Clouds and Star-Drifts.

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The Talent Hid in the Earth.[245 L.J.]

"When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest He returning chide."

--Milton, Sonnet to His Blindness.

Temperate in All Things.[438 S.A.]

"'Tis to thy rules, O Temperance, that we owe
All pleasures that from health and strength can flow;
Vigor of body, purity of mind,
Unclouded reason, sentiment refined."

--Chandler.

There the Wicked Cease from Troubling and the Weary are at Rest.[184 S.A.]