The joy late coming late departs.

There's so much joy in being able to contribute a little bit, ... It's not a lot of time or money but the rewards are great.

Cruel and cold is the judgment of man, Cruel as winter, and cold as the snow; But by-and-by will the deed and the plan Be judged by the motive that lieth below.

The future ain't what it used to be.

The year goes wrong, and tares grow strong, Hope starves without a crumb; But God's time is our harvest time, And that is sure to come.

Some day Love shall claim his own Some day Right ascend his throne, Some day hidden Truth be known; Some day--some sweet day.