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

The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind.

Distrust that man who tells you to distrust. He takes the measure of his own small soul, and thinks the world no larger.

My life's long radiant Summer halts at last, And lo! beside my path way I behold Pursuing Autumn glide: nor frost nor cold Has heralded her presence; but a vast Sweet calm that comes not till the year has passed Its fevered solstice, and a tinge of gold Subdues the vivid colouring of bold And passion-hued emotions. I will cast My August days behind me with my May, Nor strive to drag them into Autumn's place, Nor swear I hope when I do but remember. Now violet and rose have had their day, I'll pluck the soberer asters with good grace And call September nothing but September.

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

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

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