With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.

There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.

Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.

Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.

Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt, And cling to faith beyond the forms of faith; She reels not at the storm of warring words; She brightens at the clash of "Yes" and "No"; She sees the best that glimmers through the worst; She feels the sun is hid for the night; She spies the summer through the winter bud; She tastes the fruit before the blossom falls; She hears the lark within the songless egg; She finds the fountain where they wailed "Mirage!"

A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.

Bible reading is an education in itself.