God Give Us Men. The Time Demands

Heaven Is Not Reached At A Single Bound. But We Build The Ladder By Which We Rise. From The Lowly Earth To The Vaulted Skies, And We Mount To Its Summit Round By Round.

The Sweetest Type Of Heaven Is Home - Nay, Heaven Is The Home For Whose Acquisition We Are To Strive The Most Strongly. Home, In One Form And Another, Is The Great Object Of Life. It Stands At The End Of Every Day's Labor, And Beckons Us To Its Bosom; An Life Would Be Cheerless And Meaningless, Did We Not Discern Across The River That Divides Us From The Life Beyond, Glimpses Of The Pleasant Mansions Prepared For Us.

Life Was Intended To Be So Adjusted That The Body Should Be The Servant Of The Soul, And Always Subordinate To The Soul.

God Give Us Men! A Time Like This Demands. Strong Minds, Great Hearts, True Faith, And Ready Hands; Men Whom The Lust Of Office Does Not Kill; Men Whom The Spoils Of Office Cannot Buy; Men Who Possess Opinions And A Will; Men Who Have Honor; Men Who Will Not Die.

Play Is A Sacred Thing, A Divine Ordinance, For Developing In The Child A Harmonious And Healthy Organism, And Preparing That Organism For The Commencement Of The Work Of Life.