Is This Is A Dream?

I See, But Cannot Reach, The Height That Lies Forever In The Light.

How Wonderful Is The Human Voice! It Is Indeed The Organ Of The Soul. The Intellect Of Man Is Enthroned Visibly On His Forehead And In His Eye, And The Heart Of Man Is Written On His Countenance, But The Soul, The Soul Reveals Itself In The Voice Only.

Buried Was The Bloody Hatchet; Buried Was The Dreadful War-club; Buried Were All Warlike Weapons, And The War-cry Was Forgotten. Then Was Peace Among The Nations.

Truly, This World Can Go On Without Us, If We Would But Think So.

Be Thy Sleep Silent As Night Is, And As Deep.