One Moment May With Bliss Repay Unnumbered

The Prophet's Mantle, Ere His Flight Began, Dropt On The World--a Sacred Gift To Man.

O Leave This Barren Spot To Me! Spare, Woodman, Spare The Beechen Tree.

Although No Words Can Really Help To Ease The Loss You Bear, Just Know That You Are Very Close In Every Thought And Prayer. To Live In Hearts We Leave Behind Is Not To Die.

He Scorn'd His Own, Who Felt Another's Woe.

A Man Who Will Not Leave His Room Because He Does Not Know How, Or Is Afraid To Open The Door, Is Trapped Just The Same Whether Or Not The Door Is Locked.