Death Was Past, Life Not Come: So

I Have Lived, And Seen God's Hand Thro A Life Time, And All Was For The Best.

God Is The Perfect Poet.

From The Sprinkled Isles, Lily On Lily, That O'erlace The Sea.

There Is Nothing So Unpardonable As To Consent To A Senseless, Aimless, Purposeless Life.

Why Comes Temptation But For Man To Meet And Master And Make Crouch Beneath His Foot, And So Be Pedestaled In Triumph?