Which is itself an insufficient name,
Faint recognition of that unknown Life-
That Power whose shadow is the Universe.

R. H. Stoddard: Hymn to the Sea.

All that tread

The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.

Bryant: Thanatopsis.

So live that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan that moves

To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not like the quarry slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon; but sustain'd and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Bryant: Thanatopsis.

Deceit; see Hypocrisy and Sincerity.

Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice.

Shakespeare: Richard III.

The devil can cite scripture for his purpose.
An evil soul producing holy witness,
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek;

A goodly apple rotten at the heart;

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

Shakespeare: Merchant of Venice.

His tongue

Dropt manna, and could make the worse appear

The better reason.

Milton: Paradise Lost.

O, what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practice to deceive.

Scott: Marmion.

Deceit, that loves the night and fears the day.
Shelley: Hymn to Apollo.

Decision.

Decide not rashly. The decision made

Can never be recalled. The Gods implore not,
Plead not, solicit not; they only offer
Choice and occasion, which once being passed
Return no more. Dost thou accept the gift?

Longfellow: Masque of Pandora.

Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide,

In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side;

Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight,

Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right;

And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness

and that light.

Lowell: Present Crisis.

The intuitive decision of a bright

And thorough-edged intellect to part

Error from crime.

Deeds; see Action.

Tennyson: Isabel.

Foul deeds will rise,

Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

Shakespeare: Hamlet.

Blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,
And, though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
Congreve: Mourning Bride.

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not

breaths;

In feelings, not in figures on a dial.

Deity, God, Providence; see Religion.

Bailey: Festus.

There's a Divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them as we will.

Shakespeare: King Lear.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.

Pope: Essay on Man.

What in me is dark

Illumine, what is low raise and support;
That, to the height of this great argument,
I may assert Eternal Providence

And justify the ways of God to men.

Milton: Paradise Lost.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

Browning.

But I need, now as then,

Thee, God, who moldest men.

Browning.

God's in his heaven

All's right with the world!

Browning.

I think this is the authentic sign and seal
Of Godship that it ever waxes glad,

And more glad, until gladness blossoms, bursts
Into a rage to suffer for mankind.

Browning: Balaustion's Adventure.

Therefore, to whom turn I but to thee, the ineffable Name?

Builder and maker, thou, of houses not made with hands!

What, have fear of change from thee who art ever the same?

Doubt that thy power can fill the heart that thy power expands?

Browning: Abt Vogler.

A sense o'er all my soul imprest
That I am weak, yet not unblest,
Since in me, round me, everywhere,
Eternal Strength and Wisdom are.

Coleridge.

The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills

and the plains—

Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of Him who

reigns?

Tennyson: The Higher Pantheism.

God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle line,
Beneath whose awful hand we hold

Dominion over palm and pine:
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget, lest we forget!

Rudyard Kipling.

'Tis heaven alone that is given away,

'Tis only God may be had for the asking.
Lowell: The Vision of Sir Launfal.

I know not where His islands lift

Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care.

Whittier: Eternal Goodness.

Nothing with God can be accidental.

Longfellow: Christus.

All is of God! If He but wave His hand,
The mists collect, the rains fall thick and loud;
Till with a smile of light on sea and land,
Lo! He looks back from the departing cloud.

Longfellow: The Two Angels.

Then a sense of law and beauty,

And a face turned from the clod,

Some call it evolution,

And others call it God.

William Herbert Carruth.

Lord of all being, throned afar,

Thy glory flames from sun and star.

Holmes.

By so many roots as the marsh-grass sends in the

sod

I will heartily lay me a-hold on the greatness of

God.

Sidney Lanier: The Marshes of Glynn.