|If all the sermons good men preach
And all the precepts that they teach
Were gathered into one
Unbroken line of silver speech,
The shining filament might reach
From earth unto the sun.
If all the stories ever told
By wild romancers, young or old,
Into a thread were drawn,
And from its cable coil unrolled,
‘Twould span those misty hills of gold
That heaven seems resting on.
If every folly, every freak,
If all the good deeds that we do
– Hattie Howard