It Is With Rivers As It Is

Death Comes In Its Own Time, In Its Own Way.death Is As Unique As The Individual Experiencing It.

Love Is Not Getting, But Giving; It Is Goodness, And Honor, And Peace And Pure Living.

So In The Heart, When, Fading Slowly Down The Past, Fond Memories Depart, And Each That Leaves It Seems The Last; Long After All The Rest Are Flown, Returns A Solitary Tone,— The After-echo Of Departed Years,— And Touches All The Soul To Tears.

Thou Wayfaring Jesus - A Pilgrim And Stranger, Exiled From Heaven By Love At Thy Birth: Exiled Again From Thy Rest In The Manger, A Fugitive Child 'mid The Perils Of Earth - Cheer With Thy Fellowship All Who Are Weary, Wandering Far From The Land That They Love: Guide Every Heart That Is Homeless And Dreary, Safe To Its Home In Thy Presence Above.

Of All The Things That Man Has Made, No Is So Full Of Interest And Charm, None Possesses So Distinct A Life And Character Of Its Own, As A Ship.