If You Would Know Strength And Patience,

April Is A Promise That May Is Bound To Keep.

Man Is Not An Aquatic Animal, But From The Time We Stand In Youthful Wonder Beside A Spring Brook Till We Sit In Old Age And Watch The Endless Roll Of The Sea, We Feel A Strong Kinship With The Waters Of This World.

If The Voice Of The Brook Was Not The First Song Of Celebration, It Must Have Been At Least An Obbligato For That Event.

All Our Yesterdays Are Summarized In Our Now, And All The Tomorrows Are Ours To Shape.

To Know After Absence The Familiar Street And Road And Village And House Is To Know Again The Satisfaction Of Home.