The Woods Would Be Quiet If No

For Ever So Our Thoughtful Hearts Repeaton Fields Of Triumph Dirges Of Defeat;and Still We Turn On Gala-days To Treadamong The Rustling Memories Of The Dead.

Oh, London Is A Man's Town, There's Power In The Air; And Paris Is A Woman's Town, With Flowers In Her Hair; And It's Sweet To Dream In Venice, And It's Great To Study Rome; But When It Comes To Living, There Is No Place Like Home.

Culture Is The Habit Of Being Pleased With The Best And Knowing Why.

Ere Thou Sleepest, Gently Lay Every Troubled Thought Away; Put Off Worry And Distress As Thou Puttest Off Thy Dress; Drop Thy Burden And Thy Care In The Quiet Arms Of Prayer. Lord Thou Knowest How I Live, All I've Done Amiss Forgive; All Of Good I've Tried To Do Strengthen, Bless And Carry Through; All I Love In Safety Keep While In Thee I Fall Asleep.

Spend As Much Time As Possible, With Body And With Spirit In God's Out-of-doors.