It Matters Not How Long We Live

We Live Not To Ourselves, Our Work Is Life.

Evil Is Limited. One Cannot Form A Scheme For Universal Evil.

And These Are Joys, Like Beauty, But Skin Deep.

The Death-change Comes. Death Is Another Life. We Bow Our Heads At Going Out, We Think, And Enter Straight Another Golden Chamber Of The King's Larger Than This We Leave, And Lovelier. And Then In Shadowy Glimpses, Disconnect, The Story, Flower-like, Closes Thus Its Leaves. The Will Of God Is All In All. He Makes, Destroys, Remakes, For His Own Pleasure, All.

Write To The Mind And Heart, And Let The Ear Glean After What It Can.