There Is No Death! What Seems So

And When She Was Good She Was Very Very Good. But When She Was Bad She Was Horrid.

I Have An Affection For A Great City. I Feel Safe In The Neighborhood Of Man, And Enjoy The Sweet Security Of The Streets.

I Like That Ancient Saxon Phrase, Which Calls The Burial-ground God's-acre! It Is Just; It Consecrates Each Grave Within Its Walls, And Breathes A Benison O'er The Sleeping Dust.

Man Is Unjust, But God Is Just; And Finally Justice Triumphs.

Through Woods And Mountain Passes The Winds, Like Anthems, Roll.