We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,And that's the burden of a year.

Let there be many windows to your soul, that all the glory of the world may beautify it.

Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe. No path is wholly rough.

Through strife the slumbering soul awakes, We learn on error's troubled route The truths we could not prize without The sorrow of our sad mistakes.

Change is the watchword of progression.

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.

God, what a world, if men in street and mart felt that same kinship of the human heart which makes them, in the face of fire and flood, rise to the meaning of true brotherhood.