—Stevenson
Do all the good you can,
In all the ways you can,
To all the people you can,
Just as long as you can.
When you come to think of it,
The day is what you make it;
And whether good, or whether bad,
Depends on how you take it.
Slumber, slumber, little one, now
The bird is asleep in his nest on the bough;
The bird is asleep, he has folded his wings,
And over him softly the dream fairy sings:
Lullaby, lullaby—lullaby!
Pearls in the deep—
Stars in the sky,
Dreams in our sleep;
So lullaby!
—F. D. Sherman
Dare to be true; nothing can need a lie.
The face you wear, the thoughts you bring,
A heart may heal or break.
He who is good at making excuses is seldom good for anything else.—Franklin