One Truly Affectionate Soul In

What Do I Owe My Father? Everything!

For Ever So Our Thoughtful Hearts Repeaton Fields Of Triumph Dirges Of Defeat;and Still We Turn On Gala-days To Treadamong The Rustling Memories Of The Dead.

Who Seeks For Heaven Alone To Save His Soul, May Keep The Path, But Will Not Reach The Goal; While He Who Walks In Love May Wander Far, Yet God Will Bring Him Where The Blessed Are.

Flowers Rejoice When Night Is Done, Lift Their Heads To Greet The Sun; Sweetest Looks And Odours Raise, In A Silent Hymn Of Praise.

Who Can Explain The Secret Pathos Of Nature's Loveliness? It Is A Touch Of Melancholy Inherited From Our Mother Eve. It Is An Unconscious Memory Of The Lost Paradise. It Is The Sense That Even If We Should Find Another Eden, We Would Not Be Fit To Enjoy It Perfectly Nor Stay In It Forever.