Some People Are So Afraid Do Die

Thou Warden Of The Western Gate, Above Manhattan Bay, The Fogs Of Doubt That Hid Thy Face Are Driven Clean Away: Thine Eyes At Last Look Far And Clear, Thou Liftest High Thy Hand To Spread The Light Of Liberty World-wide For Every Land.

Memory Is A Capricious And Arbitrary Creature. You Never Can Tell What Pebble She Will Pick Up From The Shore Of Life To Keep Among Her Treasures, Or What Inconspicuous Flower Of The Field She Will Preserve As The Symbol Of "thoughts That Do Often Lie Too Deep For Tears." . . . And Yet I Do Not Doubt That The Most Important Things Are Always The Best Remembered.

The Lintel Low Enough To Keep Out Pomp And Pride; The Threshold High Enough To Turn Deceit Aside; The Doorband Strong Enough From Robbers To Defend; This Door Will Open At A Touch To Welcome Every Friend.

Spend As Much Time As Possible, With Body And With Spirit In God's Out-of-doors.

Look Around For A Place To Sow A Few Seeds.