So once in every year we throng Upon a day apart, to praise the Lord with feast and song in thankfulness of heart.
God's Road is all uphill, but do not tire; Rejoice that we may still keep climbing higher.
It takes a bee to get the honey out
Of all cold words of tongue or pen, the worst are these: "I knew him when -
God, give me hills to climb, And strength for climbing!
Amoebas at the start Were not complex; They tore themselves apart And started Sex.