Dead He Is Not, But Departed, For

A Sermon Is No Sermon In Which I Cannot Hear The Heartbeat.

Joy, Temperance, And Repose, Slam The Door On The Doctor's Nose.

Between The Dark And The Daylight, When The Night Is Beginning To Lower, Comes A Pause In The Day's Occupations, That Is Known As The Children's Hour.

All Things Come Round To Him Who Will But Wait.

The History Of The Past Is A Mere Puppet-show. A Little Man Comes Out And Blows A Little Trumpet, And Goes In Again. You Look For Something New, And Lo! Another Little Man Comes Out, And Blows Another Little Trumpet, And Goes In Again. And It Is All Over.