Purchased with unending bliss.
Though we gain the world, what profit,
If we lose our souls at last?
Buy the gold, the shining raiment,
Ere the day of grace is past.
Dying Words.
There was one who to me was most lovely and dear;
I looked, and that loved one I saw disappear;
My dear, only daughter, who in life’s early years,
Has gone to the grave, and has left me in tears.