When The Good Man Yields His Breath

The Dove, On Silver Pinions, Winged Her Peaceful Way.

Joys Too Exquisite To Last, And Yet More Exquisite When Past.

When The Good Man Yields His Breath (for The Good Man Never Dies).

To-morrow — Oh, 'twill Never Be, If We Should Live A Thousand Years! Our Time Is All To-day, To-day, The Same, Though Changed; And While It Flies With Still Small Voice The Moments Say: "to-day, To-day, Be Wise, Be Wise.

Bliss In Possession Will Not Last; Remembered Joys Are Never Past.