There is no death. The thing that we call death Richard Henry Stoddard More Quotes by Richard Henry Stoddard More Quotes From Richard Henry Stoddard Once, when the days were ages, And the old Earth was young, The high gods and the sages From Nature's golden pages Her open secrets wrung. Richard Henry Stoddard nature secret age 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. Richard Henry Stoddard pain dream heart There is no hope the future will but turn the old sand in the falling glass of time. Richard Henry Stoddard sand glasses fall Day is the Child of Time, And Day must cease to be: But Night is without a sire, And cannot expire, One with Eternity. Richard Henry Stoddard eternity night children A face at the window, a tap on the pane, who is it that wants me tonight in the rain? Richard Henry Stoddard tonight want rain We love in others what we lack ourselves, and would be everything but what we are. Richard Henry Stoddard marriage would-be Silence is the speech of love, The music of the spheres above. Richard Henry Stoddard spheres speech silence Given the books of a man, it is not difficult, I think, to detect therein the personality of the man, and the station in life to which he was born. Richard Henry Stoddard reading men book With no companion but the constant Muse, Who sought me when I needed her ah, when Did I not need her, solitary else? Richard Henry Stoddard muse poet needs Heaven is not gone, but we are blind with tears, Groping our way along the downward slope of Years! Richard Henry Stoddard tears heaven years Pale in her fading bowers the Summer stands, Richard Henry Stoddard flower summer children We have two lives about us,Two worlds in which we dwell,Within us and without us,Alternate Heaven and Hell:-Without, the somber Real,Within, our hearts of hearts, the beautiful Ideal. Richard Henry Stoddard real heart beautiful A voice of greeting from the wind was sent; The mists enfolded me with soft white arms; The birds did sing to lap me in content, The rivers wove their charms, And every little daisy in the grass Did look up in my face, and smile to see me pass! Richard Henry Stoddard voice nature rivers Joy may be a miser, Richard Henry Stoddard sorrow may joy We grow like flowers, and bear desire, the odor of the human flowers. Richard Henry Stoddard odor flower desire Day and night my thoughts incline To the blandishments of wine, Jars were made to drain, I think; Wine, I know, was made to drink. Richard Henry Stoddard wine night thinking 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 shadow names death Children are the keys of Paradise. They alone are good and wise, because their thoughts, their very lives are prayer. Richard Henry Stoddard prayer wise children
