Where Christ brings His cross He brings His presence; and where He is none are desolate, and there is no room for despair.

Two human loves make one divine.

My future will not copy my fair past, I wrote that once. And, thinking at my side my ministering life-angel justified the word by his appealing look upcast to the white throne of God.

And yet, because I love thee, I obtain From that same love this vindicating grace, To live on still in love, and yet in vain

When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .

Gaze up at the stars knowing that I see the same sky and wish the same sweet dreams.

May the good God pardon all good men.