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

How happy they are, in all seeming, How gay, or how smilingly proud, How brightly their faces are beaming, These people who make up the crowd!

The sin and the shame and the sorrow, The crime and the want and the woe That are born there in your workshop, No hand can paint, you know.

Trust in your own untried capacity.

Keep out of the past. It is haunted.

There was hell in her eyes! She was worn and jaded Her soul is at war with the life she has led. As I looked on that face so strangely faded I wonder God did not strike me dead.

Do you wish the world were happy? Then remember day by day, just to scatter seeds of kindness as you pass along the way. . . .