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.

Wit, now and then, struck smartly, shows a spark.

Wit, now and then, struck smartly, shows a spark.

How fleet is a glance of the mind!
Compared with the speed of its flight,
The tempest read more

How fleet is a glance of the mind!
Compared with the speed of its flight,
The tempest itself lags behind,
And the swift-winged arrows of light.

True Charity, a plant divinely nurs'd.

True Charity, a plant divinely nurs'd.

The mind, relaxing into needful sport,
Should turn to writers of an abler sort,
Whose wit well read more

The mind, relaxing into needful sport,
Should turn to writers of an abler sort,
Whose wit well managed, and whose classic style,
Give truth a lustre, and make wisdom smile.