"do Not Fear! Heaven Is As Near,"

Wondrous Strong Are The Spells Of Fiction.

I Saw The Long Line Of The Vacant Shore, The Sea-weed And The Shells Upon The Sand, And The Brown Rocks Left Bare On Every Hand, As If The Ebbing Tide Would Flow No More.

Fortune Comes Well To All That Comes Not Late.

Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall.

But The Great Master Said, "i See No Best In Kind, But In Degree; I Gave A Various Gift To Each, To Charm, To Strengthen, And To Teach".