Still, As Christmas-tide Comes Round, They Remember

Is All Our Life, Then But A Dream Seen Faintly In The Golden Gleam Athwart Time's Dark Resistless Stream?

I Said It In Hebrew—i Said It In Dutch— I Said It In German And Greek; But I Wholly Forgot (and It Vexes Me Much) That English Is What You Speak!

Be Sure The Safest Rule Is That We Should Not Dare To Live In Any Scene In Which We Dare Not Die. But, Once Realise What The True Object Is In Life — That It Is Not Pleasure, Not Knowledge, Not Even Fame Itself, 'that Last Infirmity Of Noble Minds' — But That It Is The Development Of Character, The Rising To A Higher, Nobler, Purer Standard, The Building-up Of The Perfect Man — And Then, So Long As We Feel That This Is Going On, And Will (we Trust) Go On For Evermore, Death Has For Us No Terror; It Is Not A Shadow, But A Light; Not An End, But A Beginning!

Child Of The Pure, Unclouded Brow And Dreaming Eyes Of Wonder.

The Rule Is, Jam Tomorrow And Jam Yesterday-but Never Jam Today It Must Come Sometime To Jam Today, Alice Objected No It Can't Said The Queen It's Jame Every Other Day. Today Isn't Any Other Day, You Know