For Love Is Heaven And Heaven Is

He Turn'd His Charger As He Spake, Upon The River Shore, He Gave His Bridle Reins A Shake, Said, "adieu For Evermore, My Love, And Adieu For Evermore."

Is Death The Last Sleep? No, It Is The Last And Final Awakening.

Whose Lenient Sorrows Find Relief, Whose Joys Are Chastened By Their Grief.

Thus Aged Men, Full Loth And Slow, The Vanities Of Life Forego, And Count Their Youthful Follies O'er, Till Memory Lends Her Light No More.

Nothing Is More Completely The Child Of Art Than A Garden.