Nature Is The Master Of

If Have Got My Spindle And My Distaff Ready--my Pen And Mind--never Doubting For An Instant That God Will Send Me Flax.

A Nation Is A Thing That Lives And Acts Like A Man And Men Are The Particles Of Which It Is Composed.

No Genuine Observer Can Decide Otherwise Than That The Homes Of A Nation Are The Bulwarks Of Personal And National Safety And Thrift.

The Pleasant Converse Of The Fireside, The Simple Songs Of Home, The Words Of Encouragement As I Bend Over My School-tasks, The Kiss As I Lie Down To Rest, The Patient Bearing With The Freaks Of My Restless Nature, The Gentle Counsels Mingled With Reproofs And Approvals, The Sympathy That Meets And Assuages Every Sorrow, And Sweetens Every Little Success--all These Return To Me Amid The Responsibilities Which Press Upon Me Now, And I Feel As If I Had Once Lived In Heaven, And, Straying, Had Lost My Way.

The Man Who Loves Home Best, And Loves It Most Unselfishly, Loves His Country Best.