Wisdom comes with all we see, God writes His lessons in each flower, And ev'ry singing bird or bee Can teach us something of His power.

We each have a story to tell, I know; so let each one take his turn.

There's love, sweet love, for one and all-- For love is best for great and small.

One day the wind blew through the town, and oh, how merry it was! It whistled down the chimneys, and scampered round the corners, and sang in the tree tops. "Come and dance, come and dance, come and dance with me," that is what it seemed to say.

Greatness is not always largeness.

Wherever I fly from my own dear nest, I always come back, for home is the best.

All the world is happy when Santa Claus comes.