I Did Not Die, And Yet I

Be As A Tower Firmly Set; Shakes Not Its Top For Any Blast That Blows.

Consider That This Day Ne'er Dawns Again.

In The Midway Of This Our Mortal Life, I Found Me In A Gloomy Wood, Astray, Gone From The Path Direct.

That Infinite And Indescribable Good Which Is There Above Races As Swiftly To Love As A Ray Of Light To A Bright Body.it Gives Of Itself According To The Ardor It Finds, So That As Charity Spreads Farther The Eternal Good Increases Upon It,and The More Souls There Are Who Love, Up There, The More There Are To Love Well, And The More Love They Reflect To Each Other, As In A Mirror.

There Is No Greater Pain Than To Remember, In Our Present Grief, Past Happiness.