Love Makes Its Record In Deeper Colors

Only A Look And A Voice; Then Darkness Again And Silence.

O Thou Child Of Many Prayers! Life Hath Quicksands, Life Hath Snares! Care And Age Come Unawares!

Time, Like A Preacher In The Days Of The Puritans, Turned The Hour-glass On His High Pulpit, The Church Belfry.

Between The Dark And The Daylight, When The Night Is Beginning To Lower, Comes A Pause In The Day's Occupations, That Is Known As The Children's Hour.

Happy Art Thou, As If Every Day Thou Hadst Picked Up A Horseshoe.