Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?

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

The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.

Who longest waits most surely wins.

Next time!' In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?

Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.

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