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Poems & Selections

The Parting Glass

Since it falls unto my lot,
That I should rise and
you should not,
I’ll gently rise,
and I’ll softly call,
“Good night and joy
be with you all.”

Not How Did He Die, But How He Did Live

Not how did he die but how did he live Not what did he gain but what did he give These are the units to measure the worth of a man as a man regardless of birth Not what was his church nor what was his creed? But had he befriended those really in need? […]

It Was Not Death, For I Stood Up

By Emily Dickinson It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bells Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh I felt siroccos crawl, – – Nor fire, for just my marble feet Could keep a […]

Psalm 23

The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters He refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the darkest valley, [a] I will fear no evil, for you are with […]

A Thought on Death

When life as opening buds is sweet, And golden hopes the fancy greet, And Youth prepares his joys to meet, – – Alas! how hard it is to die! When just is seized some valued prize, And duties press, and tender ties Forbid the soul from earth to rise, – – How awful then it […]

617-971-8590 / 980-231-1476

Poems & Selections

The Parting Glass

Not How Did He Die, But How He Did Live

It Was Not Death, For I Stood Up

Psalm 23

A Thought on Death

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