O Beautiful, Awful Summer Day, What Hast

But The Great Master Said, "i See No Best In Kind, But In Degree; I Gave A Various Gift To Each, To Charm, To Strengthen, And To Teach".

I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day Their Old, Familiar Carols Play, And Wild And Sweet The Words Repeat Of Peace On Earth, Good-will To Men!

O Beautiful, Awful Summer Day, What Hast Thou Given, What Taken Away?

The Sunshine Fails, The Shadows Grow More Dreary, And I Am Near To Fall, Infirm And Weary.

Ne Speaketh Not; And Yet There Lies A Conversation In His Eyes.