The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.

God is good and God is light In this faith I rest secure, Evil can but serve the right, Over all shall love endure.

Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew.

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

Few have borne unconsciously the spell of loveliness.

A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas!

Round the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps, Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers, With buds scarcely swelled, which should burst into flowers!