O Month When They Who Love Must

On The King's Gate The Moss Grew Gray;the King Came Not. They Called Him Deadand Made His Eldest Son One Dayslave In His Father's Stead.

The Wild Mustard In Southern California Is Like That Spoken Of In The New Testament. . . . Its Gold Is As Distinct A Value To The Eye As The Nugget Gold Is In The Pocket.

That Indescribable Expression Peculiar To People Who Hope They Have Not Been Asleep, But Know They Have.

The Voice Of One Who Goes Before, To Makethe Paths Of June More Beautiful, Is Thinesweet May!

Motherhood Is Priced Of God, At Price No Man May Dare To Lessen Or Misunderstand.