Heaven Is The Presence Of God.

For There Is No Friend Like A Sister In Calm Or Stormy Weather; To Cheer One On The Tedious Way, To Fetch One If One Goes Astray, To Lift One If One Totters Down, To Strengthen Whilst One Stands.

Spring's An Expansive Time: Yet I Don't Trust March With Its Peck Of Dust, Nor April With Its Rainbow-crowned Brief Showers, Nor Even May, Whose Flowers One Frost May Wither Thro' The Sunless Hours.

Hope Dead Lives Nevermore, No, Not In Heaven.

A Man Is Ever Apt To Contemplate Himself Out Of All Proportion To His Surroundings.

Rest, Rest At The Heart's Core . . . Till Joy Shall Overtake.