William Cowper

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And read more

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.

God made the country, and man made the town.

God made the country, and man made the town.

What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching read more

What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

Toil for the brave!
The brave that are no more.

Toil for the brave!
The brave that are no more.

. . . Philologists, who chase
A painting syllable through time and space
Start it at home, read more

. . . Philologists, who chase
A painting syllable through time and space
Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark,
To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's Ark.