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

Winter Giveth The Fields, And The Trees So Old, Their Beards Of Icicles And Snow.

A Word That Has Been Said May Be Unsaid-it Is But Air. But When A Deed Is Done, It Cannot Be Undone, Nor Can Our Thoughts Reach Out To All The Mischiefs That May Follow.

All Your Strength In Is Your Union. All Your Danger Is In Discord. Therefore Be At Peace Henceforward, And As Brothers Live Together.

Feeling Is Deep And Still; And The Word That Floats On The Surface Is As The Tossing Buoy, That Betrays Where The Anchor Is Hidden.

Thinking The Deed, And Not The Creed, Would Help Us In Our Utmost Need.