The Train Came Out Of The Long

It's Remarkable How We Go On Year After Year, Doing The Same Old Things. We Get Tired And Bored, And Ask When They'll Come For Us

Our Language Is Primarily For Expressing Human Goodness And Beauty.

The Labor Into Which A Heart Has Poured Its Whole Love--where Will It Have Its Say, To Excite And Inspire, And When?

The Train Came Out Of The Long Tunnel Into The Snow Country.

A Secret, If It's Kept, Can Be Sweet And Comforting, But Once It Leaks Out It Can Turn On You With A Vengeance.