The Birth Of Jesus Is The Sunrise

So In The Heart, When, Fading Slowly Down The Past, Fond Memories Depart, And Each That Leaves It Seems The Last; Long After All The Rest Are Flown, Returns A Solitary Tone,— The After-echo Of Departed Years,— And Touches All The Soul To Tears.

A River Is The Most Human And Companionable Of All Inanimate Things. It Has A Life, A Character, A Voice Of Its Own; And It Is As Full Of Good Fellowship As A Sugar Maple Is Of Sap. It Can Talk In Various Tones, Loud Or Low, And Of Many Subjects Grave And Gay.... For Real Company And Friendship There Is Nothing, Outside Of The Animal Kingdom, That Is Comparable To A River.

It Is Better To Follow Even The Shadow Of The Best, Than To Remain Content With The Worst.

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."

Who Seeks For Heaven Alone To Save His Soul, May Keep The Path, But Will Not Reach The Goal; While He Who Walks In Love May Wander Far, Yet God Will Bring Him Where The Blessed Are.