So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!
Falsehoods which we spurn today, were the truths of long ago.
Few have borne unconsciously the spell of loveliness.
the joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you
Who fathoms the Eternal Thought? Who talks of scheme and plan? The Lord is God! He needeth not The poor device of man.
Children have neither past nor future - they rejoice in the present.