Were there not these still mirrors to reflect the beauty of the heavens to us, it might be lost to eyes so seldom lifted upwards. — John Sullivan Dwight Copy Share Image
The Bible is a window in this prison of hope, through which we look into eternity — John Sullivan Dwight Copy Share Image
Were there not these still mirrors to reflect the beauty of the heavens to us, it might be lost to eyes so seldom lifted… — John Sullivan Dwight Copy Share Image
Sweet is the pleasure itself cannot spoil. Is not true leisure one with true toil? — John Sullivan Dwight Copy Share Image
