Therefore Trust To Thy Heart, And To

The Heaven Of Poetry And Romance Still Lies Around Us And Within Us.

Happy Art Thou, As If Every Day Thou Hadst Picked Up A Horseshoe.

Even He That Died For Us Upon The Cross, In The Last Hour, In The Unutterable Agony Of Death, Was Mindful Of His Mother, As If To Teach Us That This Holy Love Should Be Our Last Worldly Thought - The Last Point Of Earth From Which The Soul Should Take Its Flight For Heaven.

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.

What Else Remains For Me? Youth, Hope And Love; To Build A New Life On A Ruined Life.