The Dawn Is Not Distant, Nor Is

I Am Weary Of Your Quarrels, Weary Of Your Wars And Bloodshed, Weary Of Your Prayers For Vengeance, Of Your Wranglings And Dissensions

'twas Easter-sunday. The Full-blossomed Trees Filled All The Air With Fragrance And With Joy.

Art Is The Child Of Nature; Yes, Her Darling Child, In Whom We Trace The Features Of The Mother's Face, Her Aspect And Her Attitude, All Her Majestic Loveliness Chastened And Softened And Subdued Into A More Attractive Grace, And With A Human Sense Imbued. He Is The Greatest Artist, Then, Whether Of Pencil Or Of Pen, Who Follows Nature.

The Picture That Approaches Sculpture Nearest Is The Best Picture.

The Atmosphere Breathes Rest And Comfort, And The Many Chambers Seem Full Of Welcomes.