Our Faith Triumphant O'er Our Fears.

Into A World Unknown,-the Corner-stone Of A Nation!

O Thou Child Of Many Prayers! Life Hath Quicksands, Life Hath Snares! Care And Age Come Unawares!

I Stay A Little Longer, As One Stays, To Cover Up The Embers That Still Burn.

Ah! What Would The World Be To Us If The Children Were No More? We Should Dread The Desert Behind Us Worse Than The Dark Before.

Three Silences There Are: The First Of Speech, The Second Of Desire, The Third Of Thought.