To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all.

Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!

Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life's else bitter cup distilled.

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return.

Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.