Hopes Have Precarious Life. They

It Is Easy To Say How We Love New Friends, And What We Think Of Them, But Words Can Never Trace Out All The Fibers That Knit Us To The Old.

Life Seems To Go On Without Effort When I Am Filled With Music.

But Faithfulness Can Feed On Suffering, And Knows No Disappointment.

Wear A Smile And Have Friends; Wear A Scowl And Have Wrinkles.

When We Are Suddenly Released From An Acute Absorbing Bodily Pain, Our Heart And Senses Leap Out In New Freedom; We Think Even The Noise Of Streets Harmonious, And Are Ready To Hug The Tradesman Who Is Wrapping Up Our Change.