One Day In The Country Is Worth

Obedience Is The Fruit Of Faith; Patience Is The Early Blossom On The Tree Of Faith.

Tread Softly! All The Earth Is Holy Ground.

Not As She Is, But As She Fills His Dream

Heaven Is The Presence Of God.

I Wish I Could Remember The First Day, First Hour, First Moment Of Your Meeting Me; If Bright Or Dim The Season It Might Be; Summer Or Winter For Aught I Can Say. So, Unrecorded Did It Slip Away, So Blind Was I To See And To Forsee, So Dull To Mark The Budding Of My Tree That Would Not Blossom, Yet, For Many A May.