Love has the patience to endure the fault it sees but cannot cure.

But keep on working and hoping still. For in spite of the grumblers who stand about, somehow, it seems, all things work out.

Away from the tumult of motor and mill I want to be care-free; I want to be still! I'm weary of doing things; weary of words I want to be one with the blossoms and birds.

The things that haven't been done before, Are the tasks worthwhile today; Are you one of the flock that follows, or Are you one that shall lead the way? Are you one of the timid souls that quail At the jeers of a doubting crew, Or dare you, whether you win or fail, Strike out for a goal that's new?

Lord, this humble house we'd keep Sweet with play and calm with sleep. Help us so that we may give Beauty to the lives we live. Let Thy love and let Thy grace Shine upon our dwelling place.

Let me be a little kinder, Let me be a little blinder to the faults of those around me.

Children...they string our joys, like jewels bright, upon the thread of years.