For Children Is There Any

There Are No Disappointments To Those Whose Wills Are Buried In The Will Of God.

We Strain Hardest For Things Which Are Almost But Not Quite Within Our Reach.

It Has Always Seemed To Me That A Love Of Natural Objects, And The Depth, As Well As Exuberance And Refinement Of Mind, Produced By An Intelligent Delight In Scenery, Are Elements Of The First Importance In The Education Of The Young.

Now Are The Days, Of Humblest Prayer, When Consciences To God Lie Bare, And Mercy Most Delights To Spare. Oh Hearken When We Cry. Now Is The Season, Wisely Long, Of Sadder Thought And Graver Song, When Ailing Souls Grow Well And Strong. Oh Hearken When We Cry. The Feast Of Penance! Oh So Bright, With True Conversion's Heavenly Light, Like Sunrise After Stormy Night! Oh Hearken When We Cry. Oh Happy Time Of Blessed Tears, Of Surer Hopes, Of Chast'ning Fears, Undoing All Our Evil Years. Oh Hearken When We Cry. Chastise Us With Thy Fear; Yet, Father! In The Multitude Of Thy Compassions, Hear!

God Always Fills In All Hearts All The Room Which Is Left Him There.