In The Four Hundred And Thirteenth Year

What Is The Commonest, And Yet The Least Remembered Form Of Heroism? The Heroism Of An Average Mother. Ah! When I Think Of That Broad Fact I Gather Hope Again For Poor Humanity, And This Dark World Looks Bright, This Diseased World Looks Wholesome To Me Once More, Because, Whatever Else It Is Or Is Not Full Of, It Is At Least Full Of Mothers.

Therefore, Let Us Be Patient, Patient; And Let God Our Father Teach His Own Lesson, His Own Way. Let Us Try To Learn It Well And Quickly; But Do Not Let Us Fancy That He Will Ring The School-bell, And Send Us To Play Before Our Lesson Is Learnt.

Take Comfort, And Recollect However Little You And I May Know, God Knows; He Knows Himself And You And Me And All Things; And His Mercy Is Over All His Works.

The Righteousness Which Is By Faith In Christ Is A Loving Heart And A Loving Life, Which Every Man Will Long To Lead Who Believes Really In Jesus Christ.

Never Trample On Any Soul Though It May Be Lying In The Veriest Mire; For That Last Spark Of Self-respect Is Its Only Hope, Its Only Chance; The Last Seed Of A New And Better Life: The Voice Of God That Whispers To It: "you Are Not What You Ought To Be, And You Are Not What You Can Be. You Are Still God's Child, Still An Immortal Soul. You May Rise Yet. And Fight A Good Fight Yet, And Be A Man Once More, After The Likeness Of God Who Made You, And Christ Who Died For You!