... love moves the world along.

Whatever is... is best.

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."

I know there are no errors, In the great Eternal plan.

Say you are well, or all is well with you, and God shall hear your words and make them true.

Feast, and your halls are crowded Fast, and the world goes by Succeed and give, and it helps you live But no man can help you die

With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.