Love Is The World's River Of Life

A Mother's Prayers, Silent And Gentle, Can Never Miss The Road To The Throne Of All Bounty.

The Hunger Of The Eye Is Not To Be Despised; And They Are To Be Pitied Who Have Starvation Of The Eye.

There Are Joys Which Long To Be Ours.

Our Life Is In The Loom; It Rolls Up And Is Hidden As Fast As It Is Woven. It Is To Be Taken Out Of The Loom Only When We Leave This World; Then Only Shall We See The Pattern.

Truths Are First Clouds; Then Rain, Then Harvest And Food.