Be Sure They Sleep Not Whom God

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.

No Work Begun Shall Ever Pause For Death.

What's Come To Perfection Perishes. Things Learned On Earth We Shall Practice In Heaven; Works Done Least Rapidly Art Most Cherishes.

When Pain Ends, Gain Ends Too.

How Sad And Bad And Mad It Was - But Then, How It Was Sweet