Never Yet Was A Springtime, When The

Out Of The Chill And The Shadow, Into The Thrill And The Shine. Out Of The Dearth And The Famine, Into The Fulness Divine.

Not Always The Fanciest Cake That's There Is The Best To Eat!

In Very Truth It Is The Unattained Which Gives Zest To The Commonplace And Brims The Cup Of Our Daily Life With Keenest Joy.

Every Child's Birthright Is A Happy Home.

I Thank You, God, In Heaven, For Friends.