A Great Man Leaves Clean Work Behind

"there Is No God," The Foolish Saith, But None, "there Is No Sorrow." And Nature Oft The Cry Of Faith In Bitter Need Will Borrow: Eyes Which The Preacher Could Not School, By Wayside Graves Are Raised; And Lips Say, "god Be Pitiful," Who Ne'er Said, "god Be Praised."

Death Forerunneth Love To Win "sweetest Eyes Were Ever Seen."

A Grave, On Which To Rest From Singing?

Behold Me! I Am Worthy Of Thy Loving, For I Love Thee!

Eyes Of Gentianellas Azure, Staring, Winking At The Skies.