Perhaps The Greatest Lesson Which The Lives

O Beautiful, Awful Summer Day, What Hast Thou Given, What Taken Away?

Know How Sublime A Thing It Is To Suffer And Be Strong.

I Hear The Wind Among The Trees Playing The Celestial Symphonies; I See The Branches Downward Bent, Like Keys Of Some Great Instrument.

The Lowest Ebb Is The Turn Of The Tide.

More Hearts Are Breaking In This World Of Ours Than One Would Say. In Distant Villages And Solitudes Remote, Where Winds Have Wafted The Barbed Seeds Of Love, Or Birds Of Passage Scattered Them In Their Flight, Do They Take Root, And Grow In Silence, And In Silence Perish.