Light Is The Symbol Of

The Green Grass Floweth Like A Stream Into The Oceans's Blue.

Violet! Sweet Violet! Thine Eyes Are Full Of Tears; Are They Wet Even Yet With The Thought Of Other Years?

It Is By Presence Of Mind In Untried Emergencies That The Native Metal Of Man Is Tested.

Thank God Every Morning When You Get Up That You Have Something To Do That Day, Which Must Be Done, Whether You Like It Or Not.

But Civlyzation Doos Git Forrid Sometimes Upon A Powder-cart.