Is It So Small A Thing To

Joy Comes And Goes, Hope Ebbs And Flows Like The Wave; Change Doth Unknit The Tranquil Strength Of Men. Love Tends Life A Little Grace, A Few Sad Smiles; And Then, Both Are Laid In One Cold Place, In The Grave.

But Thou, My Son, Study To Make Prevail One Colour In Thy Life, The Hue Of Truth.

All The Biblical Miracles Will At Last Disappear With The Progress Of Science.

Miracles Do Not Happen.

No, No! The Energy Of Life May Be Kept On After The Grave, But Not Begun; And He Who Flagg'd Not In The Earthly Strife, From Strength To Strength Advancing--only He His Soul Well-knit, And All His Battles Won, Mounts, And That Hardly, To Eternal Life.