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There is no death—the thing that we call death
Is but another, sadder name for life,
Which is itself an insufficient name,
Faint recognition of that unknown Life—
That Power whose shadow is the Universe.

— Richard Henry Stoddard The Poems of Richard Henry Stoddard (1880)

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We love in others what we lack ourselves,
And would be every thing but what we are.

Children are the keys of Paradise.
… They alone are good and wise,
Because their thoughts, their very lives, are prayer.

Songs of Summer (1856)

There are gains for all our losses,
There are balms for all our pain:
But when youth, the dream, departs,
It takes something from our hearts,
And it never comes again.

Songs of Summer (1856)

Heaven is not gone, but we are blind with tears,
Groping our way along the downward slope of Years!

Silence is the speech of love,
The music of the spheres above.

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