Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.

The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky.

There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.

When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies).

Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head.

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.