God, who did my soul create, In thy presence thou refuge take. With this glorious love I swear, Youth's beauty is only but fair. - George Rapanos
He is Not Dead
Ye weep my erring friends,
For a man whom you call dead.
He is not dead! this man you love,
And has loved you.
Though dead, he has never died.
Lost it is true____
But now with such love His light
Will forever shine in you.
Farewell friends! Farewell.
And yet____not farewell;
Where I am ye too shall dwell.
When you will come to where I have stepped,
You will wonder why ye wept.