Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.
Prayer ardent opens heaven.
Praise, more divine than prayer; prayer points our ready path to heaven; praise is already there.
Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform and mortal men lay hold on heaven.
Heaven wills our happiness, allows our doom.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,-a naked human heart.
One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven.
'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.