That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
BEQUEST. You left me, sweet, two legacies, — A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of; You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.
Not Revelation – tis – that waits.
To be alive──is Power.