Born in October 30, 1825 / Died in February 2, 1864 / United Kingdom / English
I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
We always may be what we might have been.
Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
No star is ever lost we once have seen, we always may be what we might have been.
Dreams grow holy put in action.
Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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