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Happiness Is Inward, And Not Outward; And So, It Does Not Depend On What We Have, But On What We Are.

The Worlds In Which We Live At Heart Are One, The World "i Am," The Fruit Of "i Have Done"; And Underneath These Worlds Of Flower And Fruit, The World "i Love,"--the Only Living Root.

Peace Without Justice Is A Low Estate,— A Coward Cringing To An Iron Fate! But Peace Through Justice Is The Great Ideal,— We'll Pay The Price Of War To Make It Real.

Flowers Rejoice When Night Is Done, Lift Their Heads To Greet The Sun; Sweetest Looks And Odours Raise, In A Silent Hymn Of Praise.

Gratitude Is A Two Fold Love - Love Coming To Visit Us, And Love Running Out To Greet A Welcome Guest.