On Life:
But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet Lessen like sound of friends’ departing feet And Death is beautiful as feet of friend Coming with welcome at our journey’s end.
Life is the jailer, death the angel sent to draw the unwilling bolts and set us free.
On Death:
Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet Lessen like sound of friends’ departing feet And Death is beautiful as feet of friend Coming with welcome at our journey’s end.
On God:
Poetry is something to make us wiser and better, by continually revealing those types of beauty and truth, which God has set in all men’s souls.
Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it We are happy now because God wills it.
‘T is heaven alone that is given away ‘T is only God may be had for the asking.