Show gems of thought THE HE soul is a fire that darts tits its ray through all the senses it is in this fire that existence consists de I 1 held it truth with him who sings to one clear harp in divers tones that men may rise rue on stepping tones stones of 01 their dead selves to higher things TENNYSON you may depend upon it that there are as good hearts to serve men in palaces as in cottages ages robert owen wen thank god every morning when yau you get up that you have something to do which must be done whether you like it or not chatles charles kingsley |