It Is By Work That Man Carves

Play Is A Sacred Thing, A Divine Ordinance, For Developing In The Child A Harmonious And Healthy Organism, And Preparing That Organism For The Commencement Of The Work Of Life.

The Temple Of Art Is Built Of Words. Painting And Sculpture And Music Are But The Blazon Of Its Windows, Borrowing All Their Significance From The Light, And Suggestive Only Of The Temple's Uses.

What Is The Little One Thinking About? Very Wonderful Things, No Doubt; Unwritten History! Unfathomed Mystery! Yet He Laughs And Cries, And Eats And Drinks, And Chuckles And Crows, And Nods And Winks, As If His Head Were As Full Of Kinks And Curious Riddles As Any Sphinx!

Assertion Of Truths Known And Felt, Promulgation Of Truth From The High Platform Of Truth Itself, Declaration Of Faith By The Mouth Of Moral Conviction--this Is The New Testament Method, And The True One.

I Look Into Your Great Brown Eyes, Where Love And Loyal Homage Shine, And Wonder Where The Difference Lies Between Your Soul And Mine!.