Blessed Are They Who Have

At That Moment His Soul Is Fuller Of The Tomb And Him Who Lies There Than Of The Altar And Him Of Whom It Speaks. Such Stages Have To Be Gone Through, I Believe, By All Young And Brave Souls, Who Must Win Their Way Through Hero-worship To The Worship Of Him Who Is The King And Lord Of Heroes.

Old Timidity Has Disappeared, And Is Replaced By Silent, Quaint Fun, With Which His Face Twinkles All Over, As He Listens.

From Behind The Shadow Of The Still Small Voice — More Awful Than Tempest Or Earthquake — More Sure And Persistent Than Day And Night — Is Always Sounding Full Of Hope And Strength To The Weariest Of Us All, Be Of Good Cheer, I Have Overcome The World.

Remember There's Always A Voice Saying The Right Thing To You Somewhere If You'll Only Listen For It.

We All Have To Learn, In One Way Or Another, That Neither Men Nor Boys Get Second Chances In This World. We All Get New Chances To The End Of Our Lives, But Not Second Chances In The Same Set Of Circumstances; And The Great Difference Between One Person And Another Is How He Takes Hold And Uses His First Chance, And How He Takes His Fall If It Is Scored Against Him.