To Educate The Intelligence Is

What Means This Glory Round Our Feet, The Magi Mused, "more Bright Than Morn!" And Voices Chanted Clear And Sweet, "to-day The Prince Of Peace Is Born.

't Is Heaven Alone That Is Given Away; 't Is Only God May Be Had For The Asking.

Blessed Are They Who Have Nothing To Say And Who Cannot Be Persuaded To Say It.

They Are Slaves Who Fear To Speak, For The Fallen And The Weak.

Every Person Born Into This World Their Work Is Born With Them.