Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him; and tho' he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay.

Bible reading is an education in itself.

So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.

To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.

And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan.

Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.

Let observation with extended observation observe extensively.