To Find His Place And Fill It

Up And Down Our Lives Obedient Walk, Dear Christ, With Footsteps Radiant, Till Those Garden Lives Shall Be Fair With Duties Done For Thee; And Our Thankful Spirits Say, "christ Arose On Easter Day."

Death Is Strong, But Life Is Stronger.

He Who Thinks That He Is Being Released From The Work, And Not Set Free In Order That He May Accomplish That Work, Mistakes The Christ From Whom The Freedom Comes, Mistakes The Condition Into Which His Soul Is Invited.

Life Comes Before Literature, As The Material Always Comes Before The Work. The Hills Are Full Of Marble Before The World Blooms With Statues.

To Whatever World He Carries Our Souls When They Shall Pass Out Of These Imprisoning Bodies, In Those Worlds These Souls Of Ours Shall Find Themselves Part Of The Same Great Temple; For It Belongs Not To This Earth Alone.