MONTGOMERY, James Quotes
(1771-1854), Scottish poet
Night is the time for rest; how sweet when labors close, to gather round an aching heart the curtain of repose; stretch the tired limbs, and lay the weary head down on our own delightful bed.
The saint that wears heaven's brightest crown in deepest adoration bends; the weight of glory bows him down the most when most his soul ascends; nearest the throne itself must be the footstool of humility.
The flower of weakness grows on a stern of grace.
Remembered joys are never past; at once the fountain, stream, and sea, they were, they are, they yet shall be.