Sleep is no servant of the will; it has caprices of its own; when courted most, it lingers still; when most pursued, 'tis swiftly gone. — John Bowring Copy Share Image
There is in every human heart Some not completely barren part, Where seeds of truth and love might grow, And flowers of generous virtue… — John Bowring Copy Share Image
The talents lost--the moments run To waste--the sins of act, of thought, Ten thousand deeds of folly done, And countless virtues cherish'd not. — John Bowring Copy Share Image
In the cross of Christ I glory,Towering o'er the wrecks of time;All the light of sacred storyGathers round its head sublime. — John Bowring Copy Share Image
Chance and change are busy ever;Man decays, and ages move;But His mercy waneth never;God is wisdom, God is love. — John Bowring Copy Share Image
Sleep is no servant of the will; it has caprices of its own; when courted most, it lingers still; when most pursued, 'tis swiftly… — John Bowring Copy Share Image
