What Of Soul Was Left, I Wonder,

What's Come To Perfection Perishes. Things Learned On Earth We Shall Practice In Heaven; Works Done Least Rapidly Art Most Cherishes.

If Thou Tastest A Crust Of Bread, Thou Tastest All The Stars And All The Heavens.

For The Preacher's Merit Or Demerit, It Were To Be Wished That The Flaws Were Fewer In The Earthen Vessel, Holding Treasure, But The Main Thing Is, Does It Hold Good Measure Heaven Soon Sets Right All Other Matters!

Shun Death, Is My Advice.

I Was Made And Meant To Look For You And Wait For You And Become Yours Forever.