Earth Being So Good, Would Heaven Seem

Poetry, Like Love, Is Something We Never Truly Say Goodbye To.

Tis Looking Downward Makes One Dizzy.

Grow Old Along With Me! The Best Is Yet To Be, The Last Of Life, For Which The First Was Made. Our Times Are In His Hand Who Saith, 'a Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!

In The First Is The Last, In Thy Will Is My Power To Believe.

The Past Is Gained, Secure, And On Record.