The distance between the glorified spirits in heaven and the militant saints on earth seems great; but it is not so. We… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
I am SHADOW, and my dwelling is near to the Catacombs of Ptolemais, and hard by those dim plains of Helusion which… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Do we not hear voices, gentle and great, and some of them like the voices of departed friends,— do we not hear… — William Mountford Copy Share Image
When mourning the loss of our departed friends, I cannot help but think that in every death there is a birth; the… — Wilford Woodruff Copy Share Image
It seems to me that, with but slight reserve and modification, we may apply to our departed friend his own pathetic and… — Samuel Laman Blanchard Copy Share Image
“But the heavy stroke which most of all distresses me is my dear Mother. I cannot overcome my too selfish sorrow, all… — Abigail Adams Copy Share Image
