Let The Dead Past Bury Its Dead!

For Next To Being A Great Poet Is The Power Of Understanding One.

The Dawn Is Not Distant, Nor Is The Night Starless; Love Is Eternal.

What Seems To Us But Dim Funeral Tapers May Be Heaven's Distant Lamps.

The Atmosphere Breathes Rest And Comfort, And The Many Chambers Seem Full Of Welcomes.

The Natural Alone Is Permanent.