One Half The World Must Sweat And

It Is The Heart And Not The Brain, That To The Highest Doth Attain.

Love Makes Its Record In Deeper Colors As We Grow Out Of Childhood Into Manhood.

Nothing Is Or Can Be Accidental With God.

Life Like An Empty Dream Flits By.

O Music! Language Of The Soul, Of Love, Of God To Man; Bright Beam From Heaven Thrilling, That Lightens Sorrow's Weight.