Be not impatient in delay,But wait as one who understands;When spirit rises and commands,The gods are ready to obey.

So many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind Is all the sad world needs

Body and mind, and spirit, all combineTo make the Creature, human and divine.

So much of love her spirit had,She found an ever-flowing springOf happiness in everything.

So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.

When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, we hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago, and etched on vacant places are half-forgotten faces of friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know.