Quotes by H. B. Stowe

Between the mysteries of death and life      Thou standest, loving, guiding,—not explaining; We ask, and Thou art silent,—yet we gaze,      And our charmed hearts forget their drear complaining; No crushing fate, no stony destiny!      Thou Lamb that hast been slain, we rest in Thee.

— H. B. Stowe

Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh,      When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee; Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight,      Dawns the sweet consciousness,—I am with Thee.

— H. B. Stowe

Let my soul calm itself, O Christ, in Thee.

— H. B. Stowe