When The Good Man Yields

Beyond This Vale Of Tears There Is A Life Above. Unmeasured By The Flight Of Years; And All That Life Is Love.

Eternity: A Moment Standing Still For Ever.

The Dove, On Silver Pinions, Winged Her Peaceful Way.

Bliss In Possession Will Not Last; Remembered Joys Are Never Past.

Dark-green And Gemm'd With Flowers Of Snow, With Close Uncrowded Branches Spread Not Proudly High, Nor Meanly Low, A Graceful Myrtle Rear'd Its Head.