The value of life deepens incalculably with the privileges of travel

He who binds His soul to knowledge steals the key of heaven.

One lamp—thy mother's love—amid the stars Shall lift its pure flame changeless, and, before The throne of God burn through eternity— Holy—as it was lit and lent thee here.

If there is any thing that keeps the mind Open to angel visits, and repels The ministry of ill—tis human love.

Wisdom sits alone Topmost in Heaven.

At present there is no distinction among the upper ten thousand of the city.

They are all up—the innumerable stars— And hold their place in heaven. […] There they stand, Shining in order, like a living hymn Written in light, awaking at the breath Of the celestial dawn, and praising Him