FACTS AND IMPRESSIONS

Let Us walk softly friend;

For strange paths lie before us all untrod,

The New Year, spotless from the hand of God,

Is thine and mine, O friend.

Let us walk straightly, friend;

Forget the crooked paths behind us now,

Press on with steadier purpose on our brow,

To better deeds, O friend.

Let us walk kindly, friend;

We cannot tell how long this life shall last,

How soon these precious years be overpast;

Let Love walk with us, friend!

Lillian Gray

Past Weeks Thoughts: