Only A Look And A Voice; Then

Dead He Is Not, But Departed, For The Artist Never Dies.

The Atmosphere Breathes Rest And Comfort, And The Many Chambers Seem Full Of Welcomes.

Welcome, My Old Friend, Welcome To A Foreign Fireside.

I Venerate Old Age; And I Love Not The Man Who Can Look Without Emotion Upon The Sunset Of Life, When The Dusk Of Evening Begins To Gather Over The Watery Eye, And The Shadows Of Twilight Grow Broader And Deeper Upon The Understanding.

When One Is Truly In Love, One Not Only Says It, But Shows It.