The Spring Of Love Becomes Hidden And

Self Is The Lord Of Self, Who Else Could Be The Lord?.

And Then When All Around Grows Dark, When We Feel Utterly Alone, When All Men Right And Left Pass Us By And Know Us Not, A Forgotten Feeling Rises In The Breast.

A Flower Cannot Blossom Without Sunshine, And Man Cannot Live Without Love.

The First Pages Of Memory Are Like The Old Family Bible. The First Leaves Are Wholly Faded And Somewhat Soiled With Handling. But, When We Turn Further, And Come To The Chapters Where Adam And Eve Were Banished From Paradise, Then, All Begins To Grow Clear And Legible.

Bad Deeds, And Deeds Hurtful To Ourselves, Are Easy To Do; What Is Beneficial And Good, That Is Very Difficult To Do.