When The Good Man Yields His Breath

The Tulip's Petals Shine In Dew, All Beautiful, But None Alike.

Eternity: A Moment Standing Still For Ever.

Night Is The Time To Weep,to Wet With Unseen Tearsthose Graves Of Memory Where Sleepthe Joys Of Other Years.

There Is A Calm For Those Who Weep, A Rest For Weary Pilgrims Found, They Softly Lie And Sweetly Sleep Low In The Ground.

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