Trust in your own untried capacity.

The sin and the shame and the sorrow, The crime and the want and the woe That are born there in your workshop, No hand can paint, you know.

And however dark the skies may appear, And however souls may blunder, I tell you it all will work out clear, For good lies over and under.

Wiped the cold dew-drops from his cheek And sought the mourner's side again. "Once more, dear lady, I must speak: Your last remaining son was slain Just at the closing of the fight; Twas he who sent me here to-night." "God knows," the man said afterward, "The fight itself was not so hard."

High in the heavens I saw the moon this morning, Albeit the sun shone bright; Unto my soul it spoke, in voice of warning, "Remember Night!"

Keep out of the past. It is haunted.

The man who radiates good cheer, who makes life happier wherever he meets it, is always a man of vision and faith.