Quotes from John Bowring

No ocean rages like a tortured soul.

See Him in the vernal beauty of the flower, In the ripe glory of the autumnal glow; In summer's rich and radiant festal hour, In winter's purest, fairest robes of snow: There art Thou!

Nature, --.... Her song of gratitude is sung by spring's awakening hours, Her summer offers at Thy shrine its earliest, loveliest flowers; Her autumn brings its ripened fruits, in glorious luxury given, While winter's silver heights reflect Thy brightness back to heaven!

In the cross of Christ I glory,Towering o'er the wrecks of time;All the light of sacred storyGathers round its head sublime.

Chance and change are busy ever;Man decays, and ages move;But His mercy waneth never;God is wisdom, God is love.