Beyond is an infinite morning of day without a tomorrow. But in the night of death hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing. Death is not a foe, but and inevitable adventure. Death is the golden key that opens the palace of Eternity. Death's but a path to be trod if man would ever pass to God. Dust thou art, to dust returnest, was not spoken of the soul. Each lonely scene shall thee restore. Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. Every man's life is a plan of God. Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of death. Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers to the o'erfraught heart and bids it break. God gives us love, Something to love He lends us. God is and all is well. He hath awakened from the dream of life. Heaven, the treasury of everlasting joy. His daily prayer, far better understood in acts than words, was simply doing good. Humble love, and not proud science, keeps the door of Heaven. In His will is our peace. Life's a voyage that's homeward bound. Mercy to him that shows it, is the rule. Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss. Nature's loving proxy, the watchful mother. Now twilight lets her curtain down and pins it with a star. Onward to thy glory! Tis always morning somewhere in the world. Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past. Sorrows are like tall angels with star-crowns in their hair. Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts, not amid joy. Tears are often the telescope by which men see far into heaven. The acts of this life are the destiny of the next. The cross leads generations on. The end and the reward of toil is rest. The greatest attribute of heaven is mercy. The heart of him that truly loves is a paradise on earth. The heart of man is restless until it finds rest in Thee. The kiss of the sun for pardon, the song of the birds for mirth. One's nearer God's heart in a garden, than anywhere else on earth. The soul that suffers is stronger than the soul that rejoices. There hath passed away a glory from the earth.
