Into A World Unknown,-the Corner-stone Of A

And All The Air Is Filled With Pleasant Noise Of Waters

Youth Comes But Once A Life Time. Perhaps, But It Remains Strong In Many For Their Entire Lives.

He Had Mittens, Minjekahwun, Magic Mittens Made Of Deer-skin; When Upon His Hands He Wore Them, He Could Smite The Rocks Asunder, He Could Grind Them Into Powder.

Out Of The Shadows Of Night The World Rolls Into Light.

O Holy Trust! O Endless Sense Of Rest! Like The Beloved John To Lay His Head Upon The Saviour's Breast, And Thus To Journey On!