“Be thy best thoughts to work divine addressed;
Do something,— do it soon — will all thy might;
An angel's wing would droop if long at rest,
And God Himself inactive were no longer blessed.”

Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 86.

Jean-Christophe (1904 - 1912), Journey's End: The Burning Bush (1911)
Context: "Thou art not alone, and thou dost not belong to thyself. Thou art one of My voices, thou art one of My arms. Speak and strike for Me. But if the arm be broken, or the voice be weary, then still I hold My ground: I fight with other voices, other arms than thine. Though thou art conquered, yet art thou of the army which is never vanquished. Remember that and thou wilt fight even unto death."
"Lord, I have suffered much!"
"Thinkest thou that I do not suffer also? For ages death has hunted Me and nothingness has lain in wait for Me. It is only by victory in the fight that I can make My way. The river of life is red with My blood."
"Fighting, always fighting?"
"We must always fight. God is a fighter, even He Himself. God is a conqueror. He is a devouring lion. Nothingness hems Him in and He hurls it down. And the rhythm of the fight is the supreme harmony. Such harmony is not for thy mortal ears. It is enough for thee to know that it exists. Do thy duty in peace and leave the rest to the Gods."

Evening Hymn

Part I, lines 45 - 54
Pleasures of Hope (1799)
Context: p>Auspicious Hope! in thy sweet garden grow
Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe:
Won by their sweets, in nature's languid hour,
The way-worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower;There, as the wild bee murmurs on the wing,
What peaceful dreams thy handmaid spirits bring!
What viewless forms th' Æolian organ play,
And sweep the furrow'd lines of anxious thought away!Angel of life! thy glittering wings explore
Earth's loneliest bounds, and Ocean's wildest shore.</p

Song 35: "A Cradle Hymn".
1710s, Divine Songs Attempted in the Easy Language of Children (1715)

Book of Taliesin (c. 1275?), Oh God, the God of Formation

The Nuts of Knowledge (1903)
Context: It was the warrior within
Who called 'Awake, prepare for fight:
Yet lose not memory in the din:
Make of thy gentleness thy might:
'Make of thy silence words to shake
The long-enthroned kings of earth:
Make of thy will the force to break
Their towers of wantonness and mirth.

Reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 120.

St. Paul at Melita http://www.newmanreader.org/works/verses/verse70.html, st. 3 (1833).