Talk faith. The world is better off without, Your uttered ignorance and morbid doubt.

'Tis they who are in their own chambers haunted By thoughts that like unbidden guests intrude, And sit down, uninvited and unwanted, And make a nightmare of the solitude.

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

There is no satisfaction that can compare with looking back across the years and finding you've grown in self-control, judgment, generosity, and unselfishness.

And so for me there is no sting of death, And so the grave has lost its victory. It is but crossing-with abated breath And white, set face-a little strip of sea To find the loved ones waiting on the shore, More beautiful, more precious than before.

The dark today leads into light tomorrow. There is no endless joy, and yet no endless sorrow.

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