A Peace That Depends On Fear Is

Spend As Much Time As Possible, With Body And With Spirit In God's Out-of-doors.

What You Possess In The World Will Be Found At The Day Of Your Death To Belong To Someone Else. But What You Are Will Be Yours Forever.

The World Is Full Of Warfare 'twixt The Evil And The Good;i Watched The Battle From Afar As One Who Understoodthe Shouting And Confusion, The Bloody, Blundering Fight-how Few There Are That See It Clear, How Few That Wage It Right!

These Are The Things I Prize And Hold Of Dearest Worth: Light Of The Sapphire Skies, Peace Of The Silent Hills, Shelter Of The Forests, Comfort Of The Grass, Music Of Birds, Murmur Of Little Rills, Shadows Of Cloud That Swiftly Pass, And, After Showers, The Smell Of Flowers And Of The Good Brown Earth,- And Best Of All, Along The Way, Friendship And Mirth.

Who Can Explain The Secret Pathos Of Nature's Loveliness? It Is A Touch Of Melancholy Inherited From Our Mother Eve. It Is An Unconscious Memory Of The Lost Paradise. It Is The Sense That Even If We Should Find Another Eden, We Would Not Be Fit To Enjoy It Perfectly Nor Stay In It Forever.