From Dust Thou Art To Dust Returneth,

Tell Me Not, In Mournful Numbers, Life Is But An Empty Dream!

Therefore Trust To Thy Heart, And To What The World Calls Illusions.

White Swan Of Cities Slumbering In Thy Nest . . . White Phantom City, Whose Untrodden Streets Are Rivers, And Whose Pavements Are The Shifting Shadows Of The Palaces And Strips Of Sky.

O Beautiful, Awful Summer Day, What Hast Thou Given, What Taken Away?

Kind Hearts Are The Gardens, Kind Thoughts Are The Roots, Kind Words Are The Flowers, Kind Deeds Are The Fruits, Take Care Of Your Garden And Keep Out The Weeds, Fill It With Sunshine, Kind Words, And Kind Deeds.