The Morning Pouring Everywhere, Its Golden Glory

Therefore Trust To Thy Heart, And To What The World Calls Illusions.

A Noble Type Of Good. Heroic Womanhood.

Gone Are The Birds That Were Our Summer Guests.

Today Is The Blocks With Which We Build.

The Everyday Cares And Duties, Which Men Call Drudgery, Are The Weights And Counterpoises Of The Clock Of Time, Giving Its Pendulum A True Vibration And Its Hands A Regular Motion; And When They Cease To Hang Upon Its Wheels, The Pendulum No Longer Swings, The Hands No Longer Move The Clock Stands Still.