Still, still with Thee, when the purple morning breaketh,
When the bird waketh and the shadows flee;
Fairer than the morning, lovelier than the daylight,
Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with Thee;
Alone with Thee- and they mystic shadows,
The solemn hush of nature, newly born;
Alone with Thee- in the breathless adoration
In the calm dew and freshness of the morn.
As in the dawning, o’er the waveless ocean
The image of the morning star doth rest,
So in the stillness Thou beholdest only
Thine image in the waters of my heart.
-Harriet Beecher Stowe
If peace be in the heart,
The wildest winter storm is full of beauty,
The midnight lightening flash but shows the path of duty,
Each living creature tells some new and joyous story,
The very trees and stones all cast a ray of glory,
If peace be in the heart.
-Charles F. Richardson.