'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
Time flies, death urges, knells call, Heaven invites, Hell threatens.
Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.
The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
Prayer ardent opens heaven.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories