Wouldn't It Be Fun If All The

Liberty Is A Better Husband Than Love To Many Of Us.

...and Clung More Closely To The Dear Human Love, From Which Our Father Never Means Us To Be Weaned, But Through Which He Draws Us Closer To Himself.

Don't Cry So Bitterly, But Remember This Day, And Resolve With All Your Soul That You Will Never Know Another Like It.

Dear Me! How Happy And Good We'd Be, If We Had No Worries!

And When They Went Away, Leaving Comfort Behind, I Think There Were Not In All The City Four Merrier People Than The Hungry Little Girls Who Gave Away Their Breakfasts And Contented Themselves With Bread And Milk On Christmas Morning.