Dreams or illusions, call them what you will, they lift us from the commonplace of life to better things.

And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives.

Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies.

When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.

Some feelings are quite untranslatable; no language has yet been found for them. They gleam upon us beautifully through the dim twilight of fancy, and yet when we bring them close to us, and hold them up to the light of reason, lose their beauty all at once, as glow worms which gleam with such a spiritual light in the shadows of evening, when brought in where the candles are lighted, are found to be only worms like so many others.

Into a world unknown,-the corner-stone of a nation!