We buy diluted wine;
Give me the tree—
Whose ample leaves and tendrils curled
Among the silver hills of heaven,
Draw everlasting dew.”
A few years ago Mr. Trine took occasion to send out to his friends a little card with the following printed thereon. It helped us all, and therefore I pass it on like so much “sunshine”:
“A SORT OF CREED.
“To live up to our highest in all things that pertain to us.
“To lend a hand as best we can to all others for this same end.