Life Is An Empty Dream.

Why Comes Temptation But For Man To Meet And Master And Make Crouch Beneath His Foot, And So Be Pedestaled In Triumph?

A Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!

How He Lies In His Rights Of A Man! Death Has Done All Death Can. And Absorbed In The New Life He Leads, He Recks Not, He Heeds Nor His Wrong Nor My Vengeance; Both Strike On His Senses Alike, And Are Lost In The Solemn And Strange Surprise Of The Change.

When Pain Ends, Gain Ends Too.

Lofty Designs Must Close In Like Effects.