I Was Born 'neath A Clouded Star.

Familiarity So Dulls The Edge Of Perception As To Make Us Least Acquainted With Things Forming Part Of Our Daily Life.

There Is No Hell Like That Of A Selfish Heart, And There Is No Misfortune So Great As That Of Not Being Able To Make A Sacrifice. These Two Thoughts Come To Me Strongly This Morning. It Is Something To Have Learned These Truths So That We Can Never Again Doubt Them.

As Men Have Often Forsaken The Plough And The Anvil At The Summons Of War, Let Women Now Leave All That May Be Left Of Home For A Great And Earnest Day Of Counsel. Let Them Meet First, As Women, To Bewail And Commemorate The Dead. Let Them Solemnly Take Counsel With Each Other As To The Means Whereby The Great Human Family Can Live In Peace.

Hope Died As I Was Led Unto My Marriage Bed.

He Is Coming Like The Glory Of The Morning On The Wave, He Is Wisdom To The Mighty, He Is Succour To The Brave, So The World Shall Be His Footstool, And The Soul Of Time His Slave, Our God Is Marching On.