The Nearer The Dawn The Darker The

The Human Voice Is The Organ Of The Soul.

Even He That Died For Us Upon The Cross, In The Last Hour, In The Unutterable Agony Of Death, Was Mindful Of His Mother, As If To Teach Us That This Holy Love Should Be Our Last Worldly Thought - The Last Point Of Earth From Which The Soul Should Take Its Flight For Heaven.

The Day Is Done; And Slowly From The Scene The Stooping Sun Upgathers His Spent Shafts, And Puts Them Back Into His Golden Quiver!

The Picture That Approaches Sculpture Nearest Is The Best Picture.

Ah, How Good It Feels! The Hand Of An Old Friend.