The lives he had saved were enough to gain Heaven’s chiefest diadem. Clara Barton.
God’s plans are known only to Himself. He alone knows what plan He is working out. Clara Barton.
The grave is but a covered bridge, leading from light to light through a brief darkness. Longfellow.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Grey.
FROM LINCOLN’S FAVORITE POEM
Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Like a swift-fleeing meteor, a fast flying cloud,
A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,
He passeth from life to his rest in the grave.
William Collins.