|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|John Keble. (17921866)|
| The trivial round, the common task,|
Would furnish all we ought to ask.
| Why should we faint and fear to live alone,|
Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die?
Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own,
Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh.
| The Christian Year. Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity.|
| T is sweet, as year by year we lose|
Friends out of sight, in faith to muse
How grows in Paradise our store.
| Burial of the Dead.|
| Abide with me from morn till eve,|
For without Thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.