Who first invented work and bound the free And holiday-rejoicing spirit down . . . . To that dry drudgery at the desks dead wood? . . . . Sabbathless Satan!
I found one day in school a boy of medium size ill-treating a smaller boy. I expostulated but he replied: The bigs hit me so I hit the babies; thats fair. In these words he epitomized the history of the human race.
As Easter time approaches let me share with you the tender story of an eleven-year-old boy named Philip a Downs syndrome child who was in a Sunday School class with eight other children. Easter Sunday the teacher brought an empty plastic egg for each child. They were instructed to go out of the church building onto the grounds and put into the egg something that would remind them of the meaning of Easter. All returned joyfully. As each egg was opened there were exclamations of delight at a butterfly a twig a flower a blade of grass. Then the last egg was opened. It was Philips and it was empty! Some of the children made fun of Philip. But teacher he said teacher the tomb was empty. A newspaper article announcing Philips death a few months later noted that at the conclusion of the funeral eight children marched forward and put a large empty egg on the small casket. On it was a banner that said The tomb was empty.
I am certain of nothing but the Holiness of the Heart?s affections and the Truth of the Imagination.
A good holiday is one spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours.
If all the year were playing holidays To sport would be as tedious as to work; But when they seldom come they wish?d for come.
This agglomeration which was called and which still calls itself the Holy Roman Empire was neither holy nor Roman nor an empire.
When people tell you how young you look they are also telling you how old you are.
Who first invented work and bound the free And holiday-rejoicing spirit down . . . . To that dry drudgery at the desks dead wood? . . . . Sabbathless Satan!
I found one day in school a boy of medium size ill-treating a smaller boy. I expostulated but he replied: The bigs hit me so I hit the babies; thats fair. In these words he epitomized the history of the human race.
As Easter time approaches let me share with you the tender story of an eleven-year-old boy named Philip a Downs syndrome child who was in a Sunday School class with eight other children. Easter Sunday the teacher brought an empty plastic egg for each child. They were instructed to go out of the church building onto the grounds and put into the egg something that would remind them of the meaning of Easter. All returned joyfully. As each egg was opened there were exclamations of delight at a butterfly a twig a flower a blade of grass. Then the last egg was opened. It was Philips and it was empty! Some of the children made fun of Philip. But teacher he said teacher the tomb was empty. A newspaper article announcing Philips death a few months later noted that at the conclusion of the funeral eight children marched forward and put a large empty egg on the small casket. On it was a banner that said The tomb was empty.