Life Is Too Short For

Be Good, Sweet Maid, And Let Who Will Be Clever.

Beauty Is God's Handwriting — A Wayside Sacrament; Welcome It In Every Fair Face, Every Fair Sky, Every Fair Flower, And Thank For It Him.

Look At The Bow In The Cloud, In The Very Rain Itself. That Is A Sign That The Sun, Though You Cannot See It, Is Shining Still -- That Up Above Beyond The Cloud Is Still Sunlight And Warmth And Cloudless Blue Sky.

Still The Race Of Hero Spirits Pass The Lamp From Hand To Hand.

Are Gods More Ruthless Than Mortals? Have They No Mercy For Youth? No Love For The Souls Who Have Loved Them?