"I am so full of happiness," said a little child, "that I could not be any happier unless I could grow." And she bade "Good morning" to her sweet singing bird, and "Good morning" to the sun; then she asked her mother's permission, and softly, reverently, gladly bade "Good morning to God,"--and why should she not? Was it not Goethe who represented a journey that followed the sunshine round the world, forever bathed in light? And Longfellow sang: "'T is always morning somewhere; and above The awakening continents, from shore to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore." "The darkness past, we mount the radiant skies, And changeless day is ours; we hear the songs Of higher spheres, the light divine our eyes Behold and sunlight robes of countless throngs Who dwell in light; we seek, with joyous quest, God's service sweet to wipe all tears away, And list we every hour, with eager zest, For high command to toils that God has blest: So fill we full our endless sunshine day."