When you find yourself overpowered, as it were, by melancholy, the best way is to go out and do something.

And help us, this and every day, to live more nearly as we pray.

Peace is the first thing the angels sang.

Sweet is the smile of home; the mutual look when hearts are of each other sure.

Time's waters will not ebb nor stay.

The voice that breathed o'er Eden, That earliest wedding day.

Once you make up your mind never to stand waiting and hesitating when your conscience tells you what you ought to do, and you have got the key to every blessing that a sinner can reasonably hope for.