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.

I think of death as some delightful journey that I shall take when all my tasks are done.

There is new strength, repose of mind, and inspiration in fresh apparel.

There is nothing ridiculous in love.

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.

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

It stands in the light transfigured, It speaks from the heights above, "Each Soul Is Its Own Redeemer; There Is No Law But Love."