Every True Friend Is A Glimpse Of

Whatever With The Past Has Gone, The Best Is Always Yet To Come.

From The First Opening Of Our Eyes, It Is The Light That Attracts Us. We Clutch Aimlessly With Our Baby Fingers At The Gossamer-motes In The Sunbeam, And We Die Reaching Out After An Ineffable Blending Of Earthly And Heavenly Beauty Which We Shall Never Fully Comprehend.

Let Us Not Depreciate Earth. There Is No Atom In It But Is Alive And Astir In The All-penetrating Splendor Of God. From The Infinitesimal To The Infinite, Everything Is Striving To Express The Thought Of His Presence With Which It Overflows.

Every Phase Of Our Life Belongs To Us. The Moon Does Not, Except In Appearance, Lose Her First Thin, Luminous Curve, Nor Her Silvery Crescent, In Rounding To Her Full. The Woman Is Still Both Child And Girl, In The Completeness Of Womanly Character.

Rich Or Poor, Every Child Comes Into The World With Some Imperative Need Of Its Own, Which Shapes Its Individuality.