O Sweet, Delusive Noon, Which The Morning

The Woman Who Creates And Sustains A Home, And Under Whose Hands Children Grow Up To Be Strong And Pure Men And Women, Is A Creator Second Only To God.

Stain My Eyes As I May, On All Sides All Is Black.

By All These Lovely Tokens September Days Are Here, With Summer's Best Of Weather And Autumn's Best Of Cheer.

Bee To The Blossom, Moth To The Flame; Each To His Passion; What's In A Name?

O May, Sweet-voice One, Going Thus Before, Forever June May Pour Her Warm Red Wine Of Life And Passions,--sweeter Days Are Thine!