A Friendship Counting Nearly Forty Years Is

The Thing We Long For, That We Are For One Transcendent Moment.

In The Gain Or Loss Of One Race All The Rest Have Equal Claim.

Life Is The Jailer, Death The Angel Sent To Draw The Unwilling Bolts And Set Us Free.

But Better Far It Is To Speak One Simple Word, Which Now And Then Shall Waken Their Free Nature In The Weak And Friendless Sons Of Men.

Death Is Delightful. Death Is Dawn, The Waking From A Weary Night Of Fevers Unto Truth And Light.