Love lights more fire than hate extinguishes.

And she has a thousand virtues and not one acknowledged sin, But she is the sort of person you could liken to a pin. And she pricks you, and she sticks you, in a way that can't be said, When you seek for what has hurt you, why, you cannot find the head.

Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe. No path is wholly rough.

We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,And that's the burden of a year.

The spark divine dwells in thee: let it grow.

Just a little every day That's the way Children learn to read and write Bit by bit and mite by mite.

Use all your hidden forces. Do not miss The purpose of this life, and do not wait For circumstance to mould or change your fate.