Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality.
Death is the quiet haven of us all.
Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
Oft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.
And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.