The dark today leads into light tomorrow. There is no endless joy, and yet no endless sorrow.

When we tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new. This restless craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb, and to seek the mountain view.

Better than glory, or honors, or fame, (Though I am striving for those to-day) To know that some heart will cherish my name, And think of me kindly, with blessings, alway.

The spark divine dwells in thee: let it grow.

Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, That is the only evil that can kill.

Keep out of the past. It is haunted.

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