In Love And Friendship, Small, Steady Payments

Lord, When My Spirit Shall Return To Thee, At The Foot Of A Friendly Tree Let My Body Be Buried, That This Dust May Rise And Rejoice Among The Branches.

These Are The Things I Prize And Hold Of Dearest Worth: Light Of The Sapphire Skies, Peace Of The Silent Hills, Shelter Of The Forests, Comfort Of The Grass, Music Of Birds, Murmur Of Little Rills, Shadows Of Cloud That Swiftly Pass, And, After Showers, The Smell Of Flowers And Of The Good Brown Earth,- And Best Of All, Along The Way, Friendship And Mirth.

But This I Know. Those Who Seek Him Will Do Well To Look Among The Poor And The Lowly, The Sorrowful And The Oppressed.

As Long As Habit And Routine Dictate The Pattern Of Living, New Dimensions Of The Soul Will Not Emerge.

Time Is Too Slow For Those Who Wait, Too Swift For Those Who Fear, Too Long For Those Who Grieve, Too Short For Those Who Rejoice, But For Those Who Love, Time Is Eternity.