Each Morning Sees Some Task

Softly The Evening Came /with The Sunset/.

Gone Are The Living, But The Dead Remain, And Not Neglected; For A Hand Unseen, Scattering Its Bounty Like A Summer Rain, Still Keeps Their Graves And Their Remembrance Green.

Oh The Long And Dreary Winter! Oh The Cold And Cruel Winter!

The Greatest Firmness Is The Greatest Mercy.

Silence And Solitude, The Soul's Best Friends.