Night is the time to weep,To wet with unseen tearsThose graves of memory where sleepThe joys of other years. — James Montgomery Copy Share Image
Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew. — James Montgomery Copy Share Image
Nature's prime favourites were the Pelicans; High-fed, long-lived, and sociable and free. — James Montgomery Copy Share Image
When evening closes Nature's eye, The glow-worm lights her little spark To captivate her favorite fly And tempt the rover through the dark. — James Montgomery Copy Share Image
A mother's love — how sweet the name! What is a mother's love? — A noble, pure and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To… — James Montgomery Copy Share Image
There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. — James Montgomery Copy Share Image
The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky. — James Montgomery Copy Share Image
“Calvary's mournful mountain climb; there adoring at His feet, mark that miracle of time ─ God's own sacrifice complete.” — James Montgomery Copy Share Image
To-morrow — oh, 'twill never be, If we should live a thousand years! Our time is all to-day, to-day, The same, though changed; and… — James Montgomery Copy Share Image
Beyond this vale of tears there is a life above. unmeasured by the flight of years; and all that life is love. — James Montgomery Copy Share Image
