Beyond this vale of tears there is a life above. unmeasured by the flight of years; and all that life is love.

Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head.

To-morrow — oh, 'twill never be, If we should live a thousand years! Our time is all to-day, to-day, The same, though changed; and while it flies With still small voice the moments say: "To-day, to-day, be wise, be wise.

Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never past.

Hymns should have unity, graduation and mutual dependence in the thoughts, a conscious progress, a sense of completeness and be easily understood.

Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.

Tis human actions paint the chart of time.