Man Was Made For Joy And Woe,

Gratitude Is Heaven Itself.

The Little Ones Leaped, And Shouted, And Laugh'd And All The Hills Echoed

It Is An Easy Thing To Talk Of Patience To The Afflicted.

No Bird Soars Too High If He Soars With His Own Wings.

Piping Down The Valleys Wild, Piping Songs Of Pleasant Glee, On A Cloud I Saw A Child, And He Laughing Said To Me: "pipe A Song About A Lamb." So I Piped With Merry Cheer; "piper, Pipe That Song Again." So I Piped; He Wept To Hear.