The Sequoias Belong To The Silences Of

The Crest And Crowning Of All Good, Life's Final Star, Is Brotherhood.

The Sequoias Belong To The Silences Of The Milleniums. Many Of Them Have Seen A Hundred Human Generations Rise, Give Off Their Little Clamors And Perish. They Seem Indeed To Be Forms Of Immortality Standing Here Amoing The Transitory Shapes Of Time.

The Future Life Is Where We Will Go On Helping To Bring The Universe To Perfection, Which Is God's Grand Ultimate Aim. [the Purpose Of Life] Is To Help God Run The Universe. Everyone In That Better Land Will Be Busy All The Time, And The Environment Will Be Perfect All The Time For Doing The Work Which God Assigns To All.

For All Your Days Be Prepared, And Meet Them Ever Alike. When You Are The Anvil, Bear - When You Are The Hammer, Strike.

At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing The Sky And Flinging The Cloud And The Towers By, Is A Place Of Central Calm: So Here In The Roar Of Mortal Things, I Have A Place Where My Spirit Sings, In The Hollow Of God's Palm.