Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the g…

Can storied urn, or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ea…

Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile, The short and simple annals of the …

In contrast, traditional Catholic churches serve vast numbers of people who have little or nothing in common, and they are often impersonal supermarkets for th…

How many persons must there be who cannot worship alone since they are content with so little.

I came upon a child of god, He was walking along the road And I asked him, where are you going And this he told me: 'I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm I'm goi…