Ah, Nothing Is Too Late, Till The

The Grave Itself Is But A Covered Bridge, Leading From Light To Light, Through A Brief Darkness!

Ne Speaketh Not; And Yet There Lies A Conversation In His Eyes.

The Smoking Flax Before It Burst To Flame Was Quenched By Death, And Broken The Bruised Reed.

The Sentence Of The First Murderer Was Pronounced By The Supreme Judge Of The Universe. Was It Death? No, It Was Life. 'a Fugitive And A Vagabond Shalt Thou Be In The Earth'; And 'whosoever Slayeth Cain, Vengeance Shall Be Taken On Him Sevenfold.

Look, Then, Into Thine Heart, And Write!