The Mighty Rain Holds The Vast Empire

Ah! Never Shall The Land Forget.

Christ Taught An Astonishing Thing About Physical Death: Not Merely That It Is An Experience Robbed Of Its Terror But That As An Experience It Does Not Exist At All. To "sleep In Christ," Like One That Wraps The Drapery Of His Couch About Him, And Lies Down To Pleasant Dreams.

Tender Pauses Speak The Overflow Of Gladness, When Words Are All Too Weak.

God Hath Yoked To Guilt Her Pale Tormentor,--misery.

There Is No Glory In Star Or Blossom Till Looked Upon By A Loving Eye; There Is No Fragrance In April Breezes Till Breathed With Joy As They Wander By.