The sweet mother, whose love overarches the cradle with thoughts that for number are beyond the stars, need not fear to leave behind the gentle babe, for everlasting love will encircle it.

Falling into unconsciousness and putting out upon the yeasty sea midst the falling darkness, man may call back: "I still live." For God is love and God is eternal.

Therefore man who loves is immortal also.
HOPE'S HARVEST, AND THE FAR-OFF INTEREST OF TEARS.
"Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drown'd, Let Darkness keep her raven gloss; Ah, sweeter to be drunk with loss, To dance with Death to beat the ground!"-- _Tennyson_.
"Soul, rule thyself.

On passion, deed, desire, Lay thou the laws of thy deliberate will.
Stand at thy chosen post.

Faith's sentinel: Though Hell's lost legions ring thee round with fire, Learn to endure.