“Mother of light! how fairly dost thou go Over those hoary crests, divinely led! Art thou that huntress of the silver bow Fabled of old? Or rather dost thou tread Those cloudy summits thence to gaze below, Like the wild chamois from her Alpine snow, Where hunters never climbed--secure from dread?” ArtLightMotherMoonSnowSecureSilverBowsDreadHuntersSummitCloudyHuntressAlpine Book:Delphi Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Hood (Illustrated) Source: Delphi Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Hood (Illustrated)
“When Christ was about to leave the world, He made His will. His soul He committed to His father; His body He bequeathed to Joseph to be decently interred; His clothes fell to the soldiers; His mother He left to the care of John; but what should He leave to His poor disciples that had left all for Him? Silver and gold He had none; but He left them that which was infinitely better, His peace.” WorldShouldMadeSoulBodyCareMotherFatherLeftPeaceChristPoorClothesGoldSoldierCommittedSilverDisciple Book:Bible commentary - Gospel of John Source: Bible commentary - Gospel of John