Today is the blocks with which we build.

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.

And in despair I bowed my head; "There is no peace on earth," I said; "For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!" Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: "God is not dead, nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, the Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men!

For it is the fate of a woman Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless, Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence. Hence is the inner life of so many suffering women Sunless and silent and deep, like subterranean rivers Runnng through caverns of darkness.

The secret anniversaries of the heart.

Stars of earth, these golden flowers; emblems of our own great resurrection; emblems of the bright and better land.

See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks!