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

We two make banquets of the plainest fare In every cup we find the thrill of pleasure... For us life always moves with lilting measure We two, we two, we make our world, our pleasure

I was as pure as the morning When I first looked on your face; I knew I never could reach you In your high, exalted place.

Love is the only duty that we know.

Let me not hurt, by any selfish deed Or thoughtless word, the heart of foe or friend; Nor would I pass, unseeing, worthy need, Or sin by silence when I should defend... "The world is better that I lived to-day."

Content is not the pathway to great deeds.

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