Earth Being So Good, Would Heaven Seem

How Very Hard It Is To Be A Christian!

Grow Old Along With Me! The Best Is Yet To Be, The Last Of Life, For Which The First Was Made. Our Times Are In His Hand Who Saith, 'a Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!

God Is The Perfect Poet.

Progress Is The Law Of Life: Man Is Not Man As Yet.

All June I Bound The Rose In Sheaves, Now, Rose By Rose, I Strip The Leaves.