Grief Hallows Hearts, Even While It Ages

Star Canto: Star Speaks Light, And World To World Repeats The Passage Of The Universe To God; The Name Of Christ--the One Great Word Well Worth All Languages In Earth Or Heaven.

The Wind Breathes Not, And The Wave Walks Softly As Above A Grave.

It Is Fine To Stand Upon Some Lofty Mountain Thought, And Feel The Spirit Stretch Into A View.

Ah, Nothing Comes To Us Too Soon But Sorrow.

It Matters Not How Long We Live But How.