Few Know The Use Of Life Before

Dead Men Tell No Tales.

Time Glides With Undiscover'd Haste; The Future But A Length Behind The Past.

Here Lies My Wife: Here Let Her Lie! Now She's At Rest, And So Am I.

When He Spoke, What Tender Words He Used! So Softly, That Like Flakes Of Feathered Snow, They Melted As They Fell.

The Love Of Liberty With Life Is Given, And Life Itself The Inferior Gift Of Heaven.