A Drop Of Water, If It Could

If An Apple Blossom Or A Ripe Apple Could Tell Its Own Story, It Would Be, Still More Than Its Own, The Story Of The Sunshine That Smiled Upon It, Of The Winds That Whispered To It, Of The Birds That Sang Around It, Of The Storms That Visited It, And Of The Motherly Tree That Held It And Fed It Until Its Petals Were Unfolded And Its Form Developed.

Every Phase Of Our Life Belongs To Us. The Moon Does Not, Except In Appearance, Lose Her First Thin, Luminous Curve, Nor Her Silvery Crescent, In Rounding To Her Full. The Woman Is Still Both Child And Girl, In The Completeness Of Womanly Character.

Some Of Us Must Wait For The Best Human Gifts Until We Come To Heavenly Places. Our Natural Desire For Musical Utterance Is Perhaps A Prophecy That In A Perfect World We Shall All Know How To Sing.

Everything In Nature Has Its Own Intrinsic Charm, As The Work Of Its Creator's Hand; But The Chief Beauty Of The Whole Lies In Its Suggested Relations To Humanity. Things Announce And Wait For Persons. The House Would Not Have Been Thus Beautifully Built And Furnished, Except For An Expected Tenant.

God Be Thanked For The Thinkers Of Good And Noble Thoughts! It Wakes Up All The Best In Ourselves, To Come Into Close Contact With Others Greater And Better In Every Way Than We Are.