Difficulty Is The Nurse Of Greatness.

There Is A Day Of Sunny Rest For Every Dark And Troubled Night; And Grief May Hide An Evening Guest, But Joy Shall Come With Early Light.

The Sweet Calm Sunshine Of October, Now Warms The Low Spot; Upon Its Grassy Mold The Pur0ple Oak-leaf Falls; The Birchen Bough Drops Its Bright Spoil Like Arrow-heads Of Gold.

The Groves Were God's First Temples.

And We Wept That One So Lovely Should Have A Life So Brief.

There Is A Power Whose Care Teaches Thy Way.