Today is the blocks with which we build.

From labor there shall come forth rest.

The poor too often turn away unheard, From hearts that shut against them with a sound That will be heard in heaven.

But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.

To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgment of others.

I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.