The whole function is expressed in a word, it is simply this -- the child at his father's knee, his words stumbling over each other from very earnestness, and his wistful face pleading better than his hardly intelligible prayer. |
The world is growing old;
Who would not be at rest and free Where love is never cold? |
There's a wideness in God's mercy
Like the wideness of the sea. |
They always win who side with God. |
We all go to our graves unknown, worlds of unsuspected greatness. |