A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?

All that we behold is full of blessings.

I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase.

It is the 1st mild day of March. Each minute sweeter than before... there is a blessing in the air.

Wisdom sits with children round her knees.

The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!

That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.