The Mighty Rain Holds The Vast Empire

It Is Said To Be The Manner Of Hypochondriacs To Change Often Their Physician.

The February Sunshine Steeps Your Boughs And Tints The Buds And Swells The Leaves Within.

These Struggling Tides Of Life That Seem In Wayward, Aimless Course To Tend, Are Eddies Of The Mighty Stream That Rolls To Its Appointed End.

Pain Dies Quickly, And Lets Her Weary Prisoners Go; The Fiercest Agonies Have Shortest Reign.

There Is A Power Whose Care Teaches Thy Way.