Time Is The Life Of The Soul.

How Beautiful The Silent Hour, When Morning And Evening Thus Sit Together, Hand In Hand, Beneath The Starless Sky Of Midnight!

Listen My Children And You Shall Hear, Of The Midnight Ride Of Paul Revere

Ambition's Cradle Oftenest Is Its Grave

All Things Come Round To Him Who Will But Wait.

The Poor Too Often Turn Away Unheard, From Hearts That Shut Against Them With A Sound That Will Be Heard In Heaven.