Time is the best avenger.

There are ghosts in the room. As I sit here alone, from the dark corners there They come out of the gloom, And they stand at my side and they lean on my chair.

We ought to make the moments notes Of happy glad Thanksgiving; The hours and days, a silent praise Of music we are living.

There is nothing we cannot live down, and rise above, and overcome.

Trust in your own untried capacity.

It is easy to tell the toiler How best he can carry his pack But no one can rate a burden's weight Until it has been on his back

Our lives are songs; God write the words And we set them to music at pleasure; And the song grows glad, or sweet or sad, As we choose to fashion the measure.