In Spring, Nature Is Like

The Sharp Experiences Of Belief In The Supposititious Life Of Matter, As Well As Our Disappointments And Ceaseless Woes, Turn Us Like Tired Children To The Arms Of Divine Love.

Lulled By Stupefying Illusions, The World Is Asleep In The Cradle Of Infancy, Dreaming Away The Hours.

Home Is The Dearest Spot On Earth, And It Should Be The Centre, But Not The Boundary, Of The Affections.

I Will Love, If Another Hates. I Will Gain A Balance On The Side Of Good, My True Being. This Alone Gives Me The Forces Of God Wherewith To Overcome All Error.

What We Most Need Is The Prayer Of Fervent Desire For Growth In Grace, Expressed In Patience, Meekness, Love, And Good Deeds.