Through Woods And Mountain Passes The Winds,

The Heights By Great Men Reached And Kept Were Not Attained By Sudden Flight, But They, While Their Companions Slept, Were Toiling Upward In The Night.

The Thoughts Of Youth Are Long, Long Thoughts

Softly The Evening Came. The Sun From The Western Horizon Like A Magician Extended His Golden Want O'er The Landscape; Trinkling Vapors Arose; And Sky And Water And Forest Seemed All On Fire At The Touch, And Melted And Mingled Together.

Simplicity In Character, In Manners, In Style; In All Things The Supreme Excellence Is Simplicity.

For Bells Are The Voice Of The Church; They Have Tones That Touch And Search The Hearts Of Young And Old.