It Is With Rivers As It Is

The Storm Is Ended! The Impartial Sunlaughs Down Upon The Battle Lost And Won,and Crowns The Triumph Of The Cloudy Hostin Rolling Lines Retreating To The Coast.

This Is The Gospel Of Labour, Ring It, Ye Bells Of The Kirk! The Lord Of Love Came Down From Above, To Live With The Men Who Work. This Is The Rose That He Planted, Here In The Thorn-curst Soil: Heaven Is Blest With Perfect Rest, But The Blessing Of Earth Is Toil.

The Strength Of Your Life Is Measured By The Strength Of Your Will.

Long Ago Apollo Called To Aristæus, Youngest Of The Shepherds, Saying, "i Will Make You Keeper Of My Bees." Golden Were The Hives, And Golden Was The Honey; Golden, Too, The Music, Where The Honey-makers Hummed Among The Trees.

It Is Better To Burn The Candle At Both Ends, And In The Middle, Too, Than To Put It Away In The Closet And Let The Mice Eat It.