Books Are Men Of Higher Stature.

Light Tomorrow With Today!

Let Us Be Content To Work To Do The Things We Can, And Not Presume To Fret Because It's Little.

And Lips Say “god Be Pitiful,” Who Ne'er Said “god Be Praised.”

Guess Now Who Holds Thee?'--'death,' I Said. But, There, The Silver Answer Rang, . . . 'not Death, But Love.

Pray, Pray, Thou Who Also Weepest,-- And The Drops Will Slacken So; Weep, Weep--and The Watch Thou Keepest, With A Quicker Count Will Go. Think,--the Shadow On The Dial For The Nature Most Undone, Marks The Passing Of The Trial, Proves The Presence Of The Sun.