Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.

A mother's love — how sweet the name! What is a mother's love? — A noble, pure and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mould; The warmest love that can grow cold; This is a mother's love.

Time is eternity begun.

Beyond this vale of tears there is a life above. unmeasured by the flight of years; and all that life is love.

Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never past.

The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky.

Night is the time to weep,To wet with unseen tearsThose graves of memory where sleepThe joys of other years.