Surely The Stars Are Images Of Love.

The Death-bed Of A Day, How Beautiful!

When Night Hath Set Her Silver Lamp High, Then Is The Time For Study.

The Death-change Comes. Death Is Another Life. We Bow Our Heads At Going Out, We Think, And Enter Straight Another Golden Chamber Of The King's Larger Than This We Leave, And Lovelier. And Then In Shadowy Glimpses, Disconnect, The Story, Flower-like, Closes Thus Its Leaves. The Will Of God Is All In All. He Makes, Destroys, Remakes, For His Own Pleasure, All.

Walk Boldly And Wisely.... There Is A Hand Above That Will Help You On.

England! My Country, Great And Free! Heart Of The World, I Leap To Thee!