There is no death. the stars go down to rise upon some other shore. An >>
Those to whom we say farewell, are welcomed by others. >>
If only I could understand the reason for my crying. If only I could s >>
All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumbe >>
There is no death. the stars go down to rise upon some other shore. And bright in Heaven's jeweled crown, they shine for ever more.