Not All The Labour Of The Earth

And That Was The Way The Deuce Was To Pay As It Always Is, At The Close Of The Day That Gave Us

Cover Them Over With Beautiful Flowers, Deck Them With Garlands, Those Brothers Of Ours, Lying So Silent By Night And By Day Sleeping The Years Of Their Manhood Away. Give Them The Meed They Have Won In The Past; Give Them The Honors Their Future Forcast; Give Them The Chaplets They Won In The Strife; Give Them The Laurels They Lost With Their Life.

Not All The Labour Of The Earth Is Done By Hardened Hands.

To Appreciate Heaven Well, It's Good For A Person To Have Some Fifteen Minutes Of Hell.

Boys Flying Kites Haul In Their White Winged Birds; You Can't Do That Way When You're Flying Words. Careful With Fire, Is Good Advice We Know Careful With Words, Is Ten Times Doubly So. Thoughts Unexpressed May Sometimes Fall Back Dead; But God Himself Can't Kill Them When They're Said.