I Shall Soon Be Laid In The

A Little Noiseless Noise Among The Leaves, Born Of The Very Sigh That Silence Heaves.

Here Lies One Whose Name Was Writ In Water.

Though A Quarrel In The Streets Is A Thing To Be Hated, The Energies Displayed In It Are Fine; The Commonest Man Shows A Grace In His Quarrel.

Health Is The Greatest Of Blessings - With Health And Hope We Should Be Content To Live.

... The Open Sky Sits Upon Our Senses Like A Sapphire Crown - The Air Is Our Robe Of State - The Earth Is Our Throne, And The Sea A Mighty Minstrel Playing Before It.