Stranger, pause and look; From the dust of ages Lift this little book, Turn the tattered pages, Read me, do not let me die! Search the fading letters finding Steadfast in the broken binding All that once was I!

Lord I do fear / Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year.

Beauty in all things-no, we cannot hope for that; but some place set apart for it.

And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky.

Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, but climb.

A grave is such a quiet place.

Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I And hailed the earth with such a cry As is not heard save from a man Who has been dead, and lives again. About the trees my arms I wound; Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky.