"Life is death we're lengthy at, death the hinge of life."
"Remoteness is the founder of sweetness; could we see all we hope, or hear the whole we fear told tranquil, like another tale, there would be madness near. Each us of gives or takes heaven in corporeal pieces, for each of us has the skill of life."
"I believe we shall in some manner be cherished by our Maker– that the One who gave us theis remarkable earth has the power still farther to surprise that which He has caused. Beyond that all is silence....
-E.D. to her Norcross neices
"'Twas Christ's own personal Expanse
That bore his from the Tomb–"
"But the world is sleeping in ignorance and error, sin, and we must be crowing cocks, and singing larks, and a rising sun to awake her..."
That bore his from the Tomb–"
-E.D., Poem #1543
"Who has not found the Heaven–below–
Will fail of it above."
Will fail of it above."
-E.D. Poem #1544
"But the world is sleeping in ignorance and error, sin, and we must be crowing cocks, and singing larks, and a rising sun to awake her..."
-E.D. to George Gould
"Hope is the thing with feathers."
-E.D. Poem #254
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