Tact Is The Unsaid Part Of What

Like Water Spilt Upon The Ground--alas, Our Little Lives Flow Swiftly On And Pass; Yet May They Bring Rich Harvests And Green Grass!

The Bible Teaches That God Owns The World. He Distributes To Every Man According To His Own Good Pleasure, Conformably To General Laws.

Heaven Often Seems Distant And Unknown, But If He Who Made The Road... Is Our Guide, We Need Not Fear To Lose The Way.

We May Be Able To Tell How Many Stars Are In The Milky Way; We May Be Able To Count The Petals Of Every Flower, And Number The Bones Of Every Bird; But Unless Faith Leads Us To A Deeper Understanding, A More Reverent Comprehension Of The Significance Of The Universe, God Can Be No More Pleased With Our Knowledge Than The Painter Is Pleased With The Fly Which Touches His Picture With Its Feelers, And Sips The Varnish From The Surface, And Dies Without Dreaming Of The Meaning, Thought, Feeling, Embodied In The Colors.

So In The Heart, When, Fading Slowly Down The Past, Fond Memories Depart, And Each That Leaves It Seems The Last; Long After All The Rest Are Flown, Returns A Solitary Tone,— The After-echo Of Departed Years,— And Touches All The Soul To Tears.