Beautiful In Form And Feature, Lovely As

No Man Is So Poor As To Have Nothing Worth Giving.

The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls, The Twilight Darkens, The Curlew Calls; The Little Waves, With Their Soft, White Hands, Efface The Footprints In The Sands, And The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls.

Nothing With God Can Be Accidental.

The Atmosphere Breathes Rest And Comfort, And The Many Chambers Seem Full Of Welcomes.

There Are Moments In Life, When The Heart Is So Full Of Emotion That If By Chance It Be Shaken, Or Into Its Depths Like A Pebble Drops Some Careless Word, It Overflows, And Its Secret, Spilt On The Ground Like Water, Can Never Be Gathered Together.