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 […]

by Henry Van Dyke I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where […]

Weep not for me though I have gone into that gentle night grieve if you will, but not for long upon my soul’s sweet fight. I am at peace, my soul’s at rest there is no need for tears for with your love I was so blessed for all those many years. There is no […]