There Are No Disappointments To Those Whose

Each Hour Comes With Some Little Faggot Of God's Will Fastened Upon Its Back.

Now Are The Days, Of Humblest Prayer, When Consciences To God Lie Bare, And Mercy Most Delights To Spare. Oh Hearken When We Cry. Now Is The Season, Wisely Long, Of Sadder Thought And Graver Song, When Ailing Souls Grow Well And Strong. Oh Hearken When We Cry. The Feast Of Penance! Oh So Bright, With True Conversion's Heavenly Light, Like Sunrise After Stormy Night! Oh Hearken When We Cry. Oh Happy Time Of Blessed Tears, Of Surer Hopes, Of Chast'ning Fears, Undoing All Our Evil Years. Oh Hearken When We Cry. Chastise Us With Thy Fear; Yet, Father! In The Multitude Of Thy Compassions, Hear!

Kindness Has Converted More Sinners Than Either Zeal, Eloquence, Or Learning; And These Three Last Have Never Converted Any.

Kind Thoughts Are Rarer Than Either Kind Words Or Deeds. They Imply A Great Deal Of Thinking About Others. This In Itself Is Rare. But They Also Imply A Great Deal Of Thinking About Others Without The Thoughts Being Criticisms. This Is Rarer Still.

For Children Is There Any Happiness Which Is Not Also Noise?