The truth is of course is that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time.

Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time.

Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.

When we struggle for human rights, for freedom, for dignity, when we feel that it is a ministry of the church to concern itself for those who are hungry, for those who have no schools, for those who are deprived, we are not departing from God's promise. He comes to free us from sin, and the church knows that sin's consequences are all such injustices and abuses. The church knows it is saving the world when it undertakes to speak also of such things.

The truth is of course is that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time.

Lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime and departing leave behind us footprints on the sands of time.

Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun it falls tenderly yet sadly on the heart.