“Come calm content serene and sweet,
O gently guide my pilgrim feet
To find thy hermit cell.”

“Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
O sweet content!
Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplex'd?
O punishment!”

“Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but Thou art mighty;
Hold me with Thy powerful hand;
Bread of heaven!
Feed me till I want no more.”

“Shall I, like an hermit, dwell
On a rock or in a cell?”

“Holiness appeared to me to be of a sweet, pleasant, charming, serene, calm nature; which brought an inexpressible purity, brightness, peacefulness and ravishment to the soul.”

“O dream of fame, what hast thou been to me
But the destroyer of life's calm content!”

“Jesus, give the weary
Calm and sweet repose.
With Thy tend'rest blessing
May our eyelids close.”

“I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Has led me- who knows how?
To thy chamber-window, Sweet!”

“Remain calm, serene, always in command of yourself. You will then find out how easy it is to get along.”

“O Popular Applause! what heart of man
Is proof against thy sweet seducing charms?”