A Friend Is What The Heart Needs

For Ever So Our Thoughtful Hearts Repeaton Fields Of Triumph Dirges Of Defeat;and Still We Turn On Gala-days To Treadamong The Rustling Memories Of The Dead.

Use What Talents You Possess; The Woods Would Be Very Silent If No Birds Sang There Except Those That Sang Best.

You Never See The Stock Called Happiness Quoted On The Exchange.

Hymns Of Today That May Be Sung By People Who Know The Thought Of The Age...are Not Afraid That Any Truth Of Science Will Destroy Christianity, Or Any Revolution Will Overthrow The Kingdom Of Heaven.

Like Water Spilt Upon The Ground--alas, Our Little Lives Flow Swiftly On And Pass; Yet May They Bring Rich Harvests And Green Grass!