The Look Of A King

A Sky Full Of Silent Suns.

Remembrances Last Longer Than Present Realities.

How Narrow Our Souls Become When Absorbed In Any Present Good Or Ill! It Is Only The Thought Of The Future That Makes Them Great.

It Is Not The End Of Joy That Makes Old Age So Sad, But The End Of Hope.

Two Aged Men, That Had Been Foes For Life, Met By A Grave, And Wept - And In Those Tears They Washed Away The Memory Of Their Strife; Then Wept Again The Loss Of All Those Years.