The story, from beginning to end, I found again in a heart of a friend.
But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
Defeat may be victory in disguise.
A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to him.
In December ring Every day the chimes; Loud the gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes. Let us by the fire Ever higher Sing them till the night expire!