Who that hath ever been
Could bear to be no more?
Yet who would tread again the scene
He trod through life before?

"Return unto thy rest, my soul,
From all the wanderings of thy thought,
From sickness unto death made whole,
Safe through a thousand perils brought."

"Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive."

"Labor, the symbol of man's punishment;
Labor, the secret of man's happiness."

"Night is the time to weep,
To wet with unseen tears
Those graves of memory where sleep
The joys of other years."