Life Hath More Awe Than Death.

None But God Can Fill The Perfect Whole.

Blessings Star Forth Forever; But A Curse Is Like A Cloud, It Passes.

Stars Which Stand As Thick As Dewdrops On The Field Of Heaven.

For Ivy Climbs The Crumbling Hall To Decorate Decay.

How Slight A Chance May Raise Or Sink A Soul!