Clothe with life the weak intent, Let me be the thing I meant.

And sweet and far as from a star, replied a voice which shall not cease, till drowning all the noise of war, it sings the blessed song of peace

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.

A true life is at once interpreter and proof of the gospel.

Falsehoods which we spurn today, were the truths of long ago.

A charmed life old goodness hath; the tares may perish, but the grain is not for death.