He hath awakened from the dream of life. Heaven, the treasury of everlasting joy. His daily prayer, far better understood in acts than words, was simply doing good. Humble love, and not proud science, keeps the door of Heaven. In His will is our peace.
Life's a voyage that's homeward bound.
Mercy to him that shows it, is the rule. Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss. Nature's loving proxy, the watchful mother. Now twilight lets her curtain down and pins it with a star. Tis always morning somewhere in the world.