And let to-day embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.

And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.

You who are strong and swift, see that you do not limp before the lame, deeming it kindness.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing. Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness, And knows that 'yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.

They deem me mad because I will not sell my days for gold; and I deem them mad because they think my days have a price.

The very strength that protects the heart from injury is the strength that prevents the heart from enlarging to its intended greatness within. The song of the voice is sweet, but the song of the heart is the pure voice of heaven.