That gladdens all her gracious tasks at morning, noon and night;
A picture where is blended all the beauty born of hope,
A view that takes the whole of life within its loving scope.
Choose always the way that seems the best, however rough it may be.—Pythagoras.
She’s dreaming, fondly dreaming, of the happy future when
Her boy shall stand the equal of his grandest fellow men
Her boy, whose heart with goodness she has labored to imbue,
Shall be, in her declining years, her lover proud and true.
Courage consists, not in blindly overlooking danger, but in meeting it with the eyes open.—Jean Paul Richter.
She’s growing old; her cheeks have lost the blush and bloom of spring,