Does Not All The Blood Within Me

And In Despair I Bowed My Head; "there Is No Peace On Earth," I Said; "for Hate Is Strong, And Mocks The Song Of Peace On Earth, Good-will To Men!" Then Pealed The Bells More Loud And Deep: "god Is Not Dead, Nor Doth He Sleep! The Wrong Shall Fail, The Right Prevail, With Peace On Earth, Good-will To Men!

The Spring Came Suddenly, Bursting Upon The World As A Child Bursts Into A Room, With A Laugh And A Shout And Hands Full Of Flowers.

Every Man Has His Secret Sorrows.

Think Not Because No Man Sees, Such Things Will Remain Unseen.

Thinking The Deed, And Not The Creed, Would Help Us In Our Utmost Need.