Any Relic Of The Dead Is Precious,

Good Words," I Replied. "but Deeds Must Prove It Also; And After He Is Well, Remember You Don't Forget Resolutions Formed In The Hour Of Fear.

He... Was Attached By Ties Stronger Than Reason Could Break -- Chains, Forged By Habit, Which It Would Be Cruel To Attempt To Loosen.

If All Else Perished, And He Remained, I Should Still Continue To Be; And If All Else Remained, And He Were Annihilated, The Universe Would Turn To A Mighty Stranger.

I Lingered Round Them, Under That Benign Sky; Watched The Moths Fluttering Among The Heath And Hare-bells; Listened To The Soft Wind Breathing Through The Grass; And Wondered How Anyone Could Ever Imagine Unquiet Slumbers For The Sleepers In That Quiet Earth.

Time Brought Resignation And A Melancholy Sweeter Than Common Joy.