It Is Much Less What

Night Comes, World-jewelled, . . . The Stars Rush Forth In Myriads As To Wage War With The Lines Of Darkness; And The Moon, Pale Ghost Of Night, Comes Haunting The Cold Earth After The Sun's Red Sea-death--quietless.

The Goodness Of The Heart Is Shown In Deeds Of Peacefulness And Kindness. Hand And Heart Are One Thing With The Good, As Thou Should'st Be. Do My Words Trouble Thee? Then Treasure Them, Pain Overgot Gives Peace, As Death Doth Heaven. All Things That Speak Of Heaven Speak Of Peace.

Life Hath More Awe Than Death.

Grief Hallows Hearts, Even While It Ages Heads.

Night Brings Out Stars As Sorrow Shows Us Truths.