The laws of changeless justice bind oppressor and oppressed; and, close as sin and suffering joined we march to fate abreast.

The good is always beautiful, the beautiful is good!

With our sympathy for the wrongdoer we need the old Puritan and Quaker hatred of wrongdoing; with our just tolerance of men and opinions a righteous abhorrence of sin.

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.

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.

The hope of all who suffer, The dread of all who wrong.