Taste The Joy That Springs From Labor.

O Weary Hearts! O Slumbering Eyes! O Drooping Souls, Whose Destinies Are Fraught With Fear And Pain, Ye Shall Be Loved Again.

Be Noble In Every Thought And In Every Deed!

Art Is The Child Of Nature In Whom We Trace The Features Of The Mothers Face.

Stay, Stay At Home, My Heart And Rest; Home-keeping Hearts Are Happiest.

Where'er A Noble Deed Is Wrought, Where'er Is Spoken A Noble Thought, Our Hearts In Glad Surprise To Higher Levels Rise.