Show Gems of Thought NE may never know what is in his mind till some one expresses it to him; hence our gratitude to a poet who makes us articulate. Never delay To the duty which the hour brings Whether it be in great or smaller things: For who doth know. What he shall do the coming day? Character is the diamond that scratches every other stone. Bartol. Music was a thing of the soul a rose-lipped shell that murmured mur-mured of the eternal sea a strange bird singing the songs of another shore. J. C. Holland. |