Beyond this vale of tears there is a life above. unmeasured by the flight of years; and all that life is love.
James MontgomeryEagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun's noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays: Though fix'd on earth, in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven.
James MontgomeryTwo roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew.
James Montgomery