So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!

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.

What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past like the rich pumpkin pie?

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

Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings; I know that God is good!

Children have neither past nor future - they rejoice in the present.

All the windows of my heart I open to the day.