Six Years-six Little Years-six Drops Of Time.

Six Years-six Little Years-six Drops Of Time.

Now, The Whole World Hears Or Shall Hear,--surely Shall Hear, At The Last, Though Men Delay, And Doubt, And Faint, And Fail,-- That Promise Faithful:--"fear Not, Little Flock! It Is Your Father's Will And Joy, To Give To You, The Kingdom"!

Was Christ A Man Like Us?-ah! Let Us Try If We Then, Too, Can Be Such Men As He!

To Have The Sense Of Creative Activity Is The Great Happiness And The Great Proof Of Being Alive.

Calm Soul Of All Things! Make It Mine To Feel, Amid The City's Jar, That There Abides A Peace Of Thine, Man Did Not Make, And Cannot Mar! The Will To Neither Strive Nor Cry, The Power To Feel What Others Give! Calm, Calm Me More! Nor Let Me Die Before I Have Begun To Live.