The Birth Of Jesus Is The Sunrise

If Only The Best Birds Sang, The Forest Would Be Silent.

This Is The Soldier Brave Enough To Tellthe Glory-dazzled World That "war Is Hell":lover Of Peace, He Looks Beyond The Strife,and Rides Through Hell To Save His Country's Life.

Love Is Not Getting, But Giving; It Is Goodness, And Honor, And Peace And Pure Living.

Who Can Explain The Secret Pathos Of Nature's Loveliness? It Is A Touch Of Melancholy Inherited From Our Mother Eve. It Is An Unconscious Memory Of The Lost Paradise. It Is The Sense That Even If We Should Find Another Eden, We Would Not Be Fit To Enjoy It Perfectly Nor Stay In It Forever.

If All The Skies Were Sunshine Our Faces Would Be Fain To Feel Once More Upon Them The Cooling Splash Of Rain. If All The World Were Music, Our Hearts Would Often Long For One Sweet Strain Of Silence, To Break The Endless Song If Life Were Always Merry, Our Souls Would Seek Relief, And Rest From Weary Laughter In The Quiet Arms Of Grief.