And so for me there is no sting of death, And so the grave has lost its victory. It is but crossing-with abated breath And white, set face-a little strip of sea To find the loved ones waiting on the shore, More beautiful, more precious than before.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxThere is room in the halls of pleasure for a large and lordly train, but one by one we must all file on through the narrow aisles of pain.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxFeast, and your halls are crowded Fast, and the world goes by Succeed and give, and it helps you live But no man can help you die
Ella Wheeler WilcoxAnd however dark the skies may appear, And however souls may blunder, I tell you it all will work out clear, For good lies over and under.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox