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God's Beneficence Streams Out From The Morning Sun, And His Love Looks Down Upon Us From The Starry Eyes Of Midnight. It Is His Solicitude That Wraps Us In The Air, And The Pressure Of His Hand, So To Speak, That Keeps Our Pulses Beating. O! It Is A Great Thing To Realize That The Divine Power Is Always Working; That Nature, In Every Valve And Every Artery, Is Full Of The Presence Of God.

Death Makes A Beautiful Appeal To Charity. When We Look Upon The Dead Form, So Composed And Still, The Kindness And The Love That Are In Us All Come Forth.

An Aged Christian, With The Snow Of Time Upon His Head, May Remind Us That Those Points Of Earth Are Whitest Which Are Nearest To Heaven.

Our Life Is What We Make It. An Insignificant Game Or A Noble Trial; A Dream Or A Reality; A Play Of The Senses Worn Out In Selfish Use, And Flying "swifter Than A Weaver's Shuttle," Or An Ascension Of The Soul, By Daily Duties And Unfaltering Faith, To More Spiritual Relations And To Loftier Toils.

Home Is The Seminary Of All Other Institutions. There Are The Roots Of All Public Prosperity, The Foundations Of The State, The Germs Of The Church. There Is All That In The Child Makes The Future Man; All That In The Man Makes The Good Citizen.