All Sense Of Hearing And Of Sight

These Stars Of Earth, These Golden Flowers.

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

God Is Not Dead; Nor Doth He Sleep; ... The Wrong Shall Fail, The Right Prevail, With Peace On Earth, Good Will To Men.

Ambition's Cradle Oftenest Is Its Grave

Ne Speaketh Not; And Yet There Lies A Conversation In His Eyes.