the joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you
Low stir of leaves and dip of oars And lapsing waves on quiet shores.
God's ways seem dark, but, soon or late, They touch the shining hills of day; The evil cannot brook delay, The good can well afford to wait, Give ermined knaves their hour of crime; Yet have the future grand and great, The safe appeal of Truth to Time!
I'll lift you and you lift me, and we'll both ascend together.
Leaning on Him, make with reverent meekness His own thy will.
Flowers spring to blossom where she walks The careful ways of duty; Our hard, stiff lines of life with her Are flowing curves of beauty.