I Doubt Not God Is Good, Well-meaning,

We Were Not Made To Eternally Weep.

Death Cut The Strings That Gave Me Life, And Handed Me To Sorrow, The Only Kind Of Middle Wife My Folks Could Beg Or Borrow.

Whatever Lives Is Granted Breath But By The Grace And Sufferance Of Death.

The Loss Of Love Is A Terrible Thing; They Lie Who Say That Death Is Worse.

I Doubt Not God Is Good, Well-meaning, Kind