A Grave, On Which To Rest From

The Least Flower, With Brimming Cup, May Stand And Share Its Dew Drop With Another Near.

Knowledge By Suffering Entereth, And Life Is Perfected By Death.

I Love Thee With The Passion Put To Use In My Old Griefs, And With My Childhood's Faith. I Love Thee With A Love I Seemed To Lose With My Lost Saints,-i Love Thee With The Breath, Smiles, Tears, Of All My Life!-and, If God Choose, I Shall But Love Thee Better After Death.

Many A Crown Covers Bald Foreheads.

Light Tomorrow With Today!