And In The Wreck Of Noble Lives

Ah, The Souls Of Those That Die Are But Sunbeams Lifted Higher.

How Can I Tell The Signals And The Signs By Which One Heart Another Heart Divines? How Can I Tell The Many Thousand Ways By Which It Keeps The Secret It Betrays?

For Hate Is Strong, And Mocks The Song Of Peace On Earth, Good-will To Men!

All Nature ... Is A Respiration Of The Spirit Of God, Who, In Breathing Hereafter Will Inhale It Into His Bosom Again, So That Nothing But God Alone Will Remain.

Nature Is A Revelation Of God; Art A Revelation Of Man.