A Torn Jacket Is Soon Mended; But

Love Makes Its Record In Deeper Colors As We Grow Out Of Childhood Into Manhood.

The Nearer The Dawn The Darker The Night.

Let Us, Then, Be What We Are; Speak What We Think; And In All Things Keep Ourselves Loyal To Truth.

I Hear The Wind Among The Trees Playing The Celestial Symphonies; I See The Branches Downward Bent, Like Keys Of Some Great Instrument.

Build Today, Then Strong And Sure, With A Firm And Ample Base; And Ascending And Secure. Shall Tomorrow Find Its Place.