Tuesday, May 21, 2013

HOPE SEES A STAR


Life is a narrow vale between the cold and beaten peaks of two eternities.
We strive in vain to look beyond the heights.
We cry aloud-and the only answer is the echo at our wailing cry.
     From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word.
     But in the night of death Hope sees a star, and listening Love can hear the rustling of a wing.
 He who sleeps here, when dying, mistaking the­ approach of death for the return of health, whispered with his latest breath, "I am better now."
     Let us believe, in spite of doubts and fears, that these dear words are true of all the countless dead.
     Robert G. Ingersoll, at his brother's grave, June a, I879.

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