The Birth Of Jesus Is The Sunrise

Flowers Rejoice When Night Is Done, Lift Their Heads To Greet The Sun; Sweetest Looks And Odours Raise, In A Silent Hymn Of Praise.

To Desire And Strive To Be Of Some Service To The World, To Aim At Doing Something Which Shall Really Increase The Happiness And Welfare And Virtue Of Mankind - This Is A Choice Which Is Possible For All Of Us; And Surely It Is A Good Haven To Sail For.

It Is Better To Desire The Things We Have Than To Have The Things We Desire.

You Never See The Stock Called Happiness Quoted On The Exchange.

Let Me But Find It In My Heart To Say, When Vagrant Wishes Beckon Me Astray, "this Is My Work; My Blessing, Not My Doom; Of All Who Live, I Am The One By Whom This Work Can Best Be Done In The Right Way."