"Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber
Holy Angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head."
-Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Unfortunate is he who cannot gain a few sincere friends during his life and more unfortunate is the one who has gained them and then lost them (through his deeds).
Look Not Mournfully Into Past...
It Comes Not Again
Wisely Improve The Present
It''s Thine....
Go Forth To Meet The Shadowy Future
Widout Fear & Wid A Manly Heart .........
For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it.
For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it.
For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.
