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A Tear That Trembles For A Little While Upon The Trembling Eyelid, Till The World Wavers Within Its Circle Like A Dream, Holds More Of Meaning In Its Narrow Orb Than All The Distant Landscape That It Blurs.

This Is The Gospel Of Labour, Ring It, Ye Bells Of The Kirk! The Lord Of Love Came Down From Above, To Live With The Men Who Work. This Is The Rose That He Planted, Here In The Thorn-curst Soil: Heaven Is Blest With Perfect Rest, But The Blessing Of Earth Is Toil.

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

Hymns Of Today That May Be Sung By People Who Know The Thought Of The Age...are Not Afraid That Any Truth Of Science Will Destroy Christianity, Or Any Revolution Will Overthrow The Kingdom Of Heaven.

What Is Friendship? Something Deep That The Heart Can Spend And Keep: Wealth That Greatens While We Give, Praise That Heartens Us To Live.