God himself took a day to rest in, and a good man's grave is his Sabbath.
Let us be silent — so we may hear the whisper of the gods.
Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.
He kept at true good humor's mark The social flow of pleasure's tide: He never made a brow look dark, Nor caused a tear, but when he died.
And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.
A great soul serves everyone all the time. A great soul never dies. It brings us together again and again.
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