The Disposition To Give A Cup Of

It Is The Still, Small Voice That The Soul Heeds, Not The Deafening Blasts Of Doom.

Wisdom And Goodness Are Twin-born, One Heart Must Hold Both Sisters, Never Seen Apart.

If We Like A Man's Dream, We Call Him A Reformer; If We Don't Like His Dream, We Call Him A Crank.

Lord, For The Erring Thought Not Unto Evil Wrought: Lord, For The Wicked Will Betrayed, And Baffled Still: For The Heart From Itself Kept, Our Thanksgiving Accept. For Ignorant Hopes That Were Broken To Our Blind Prayer: For Pain, Death, Sorrow, Sent Unto Our Chastisement: For All Loss Of Seeming Good, Quicken Our Gratitude.

The Wars Come And Go In Blood And Tears; But Whether They Are Bad Wars, Or What Are Comically Called Good Wars, They Are Of One Effect In Death And Sorrow.