"The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But never any more the dead."
Stop, Christian passer-by!—Stop, child of God,And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sodA poet lies, or that which once seemed he.O, lift one thought in prayer for S. T. C.;That he who many a year with toil of breathFound death in life, may here find life in death!Mercy for praise—to be forgiven for fameHe asked, …
In the waiting and holding out in this bleak world, we find that we have hope and that we are not alone.
Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing Learn to labor and to wait.
"One short sleep past, we wake eternally And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die." #JohnDonne #HolySonnetX