A Goose Flies By A Chart Which

Youth Fades, Love Droops, The Leaves Of Friendship Fall; A Mother's Secret Hope Outlives Them All.

Love Is The Master-key That Opens The Gates Of Happiness, Of Hatred, Of Jealousy, And, Most Easily Of All, The Gate Of Fear.

The Amen Of Nature Is Always A Flower.

Youth Longs And Manhood Strives, But Age Remembers.

The Real Religion Of The World Comes From Women Much More Than From Men - From Mothers Most Of All, Who Carry The Key Of Our Souls In Their Bosoms.