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!

It has done me good to be somewhat parched by the heat and drenched by the rain of life.

Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close.

A boy's will is the wind's will.

I love thee, as the good love heaven.

O little feet! that such long years Must wander on through hopes and fears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load; I, nearer to the wayside inn Where toil shall cease and rest begin, Am weary, thinking of your road!

The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.