When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.

When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.

Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are the happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care; To stay at home is best.

The morrow was a bright September morn; The earth was beautiful as if newborn; There was nameless splendor everywhere, That wild exhilaration in the air, Which makes the passers in the city street Congratulate each other as they meet.

If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning!

This is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been.

There is no death! What seems so is transition; this life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portal we call Death.