Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.

The good is always beautiful, the beautiful is good!

Our toil is sweet with thankfulness, Our burden is our boon; The curse of earth's gray morning is The blessing of its noon.

Bathsheba! to whom none ever said scat- No worthier cat Ever sat on a mat, Or caught a rat. Requiescat!

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

Leaning on Him, make with reverent meekness His own thy will.

It is well for us if we have learned to listen to the sweet persuasion of the Beatitudes, but there are crises in all lives which require also the emphatic "Thou shalt not" of the decalogue which the founders wrote on the gateposts of their commonwealth.