Natural Beauty And Wonder Are Priceless Heirlooms

Thou Wayfaring Jesus - A Pilgrim And Stranger, Exiled From Heaven By Love At Thy Birth: Exiled Again From Thy Rest In The Manger, A Fugitive Child 'mid The Perils Of Earth - Cheer With Thy Fellowship All Who Are Weary, Wandering Far From The Land That They Love: Guide Every Heart That Is Homeless And Dreary, Safe To Its Home In Thy Presence Above.

So In The Heart, When, Fading Slowly Down The Past, Fond Memories Depart, And Each That Leaves It Seems The Last; Long After All The Rest Are Flown, Returns A Solitary Tone,— The After-echo Of Departed Years,— And Touches All The Soul To Tears.

Love Is Not Getting, But Giving. Not A Wild Dream Of Pleasure And Madness Of Desire - Oh, No - Love Is Not That! It Is Goodness And Honor And Peace And Pure Living - Yes, Love Is That And It Is The Best Thing In The World And The Thing That Lives The Longest.

In The Progress Of Personality, First Comes A Declaration Of Independence, Then A Recognition Of Interdependence.

Time Is: Too Slow For Those Who Wait, Too Swift For Those Who Fear.