The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.
A true life is at once interpreter and proof of the gospel.
Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.
The laws of changeless justice bind oppressor and oppressed; and, close as sin and suffering joined we march to fate abreast.
Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew.
Man is more than constitutions.