The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.
Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.
Rest, rest at the heart's core . . . till joy shall overtake.
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light; Tot wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright; Not as she is, but as she fills his dreams.
Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.
O passing angel, speed me with a song, a melody of heaven to reach my heart and rouse me to the race and make me strong.