A sentinel angel sitting high in glory Heard this shrill wail ring out from Purgatory: "Have mercy, mighty angel, hear my story!"

The corn that makes the holy bread By which the soul of man is fed, The holy bread, the food unpriced, Thy everlasting mercy, Christ.

I say to our enemies: We are coming. God may have mercy on you, but we won't.

True luck consists not in holding the best of the cards at the table; luckiest is he who knows just when to rise and go home.

The angel answer'd, "Nay, said soul; go higher! To be deceived in your true heart's desire Was bitterer than a thousand years of fire!"

Friends are the sunshine of life.