A Young Man Rarely Gets A Better

A Mind Grows By What It Feeds On.

A Life In Any Sphere That Is The Expression And Outflow Of An Honest, Earnest, Loving Heart, Taking Counsel Only Of God And Itself, Will Be Certain To Be A Life Of Beneficence In The Best Possible Direction.

And When, In The Evening Of Life, The Golden Clouds Rest Sweetly And Invitingly Upon The Golden Mountains, And The Light Of Heaven Streams Down Through The Gathering Mists Of Death, I Wish You A Peaceful And Abundant Entrance Into That World Of Blessedness, Where The Great Riddle Of Life Will Be Unfolded To You In The Quick Consciousness Of A Soul Redeemed And Purified.

Music Was A Thing Of The Soul — A Rose-lipped Shell That Murmured Of The Eternal Sea — A Strange Bird Singing The Songs Of Another Shore.

Ah! Soul Of Mine! Ah! Soul Of Mine! Thy Sluggish Senses Are But Bars That Stand Between Thee And The Stars, And Shut Thee From The World Divine.