The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.

The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.

But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood.

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

There cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat, or any other creature, so blind in its own range of circumstance and connection, as the greater majority of human beings are in the bosoms of their families

Nothing can be so bad as to be displeased with one's self.