We give our dead
To the orchards
And the groves.
We give our dead
To life.

The songs of the dead are the lamentations of the living.

Death and the sowing of seeds: and the life of bread growing up out of the earth.

We pray to the grave, nothingness and plague.

Funerals are for the living,

Let the dead rest, and care for the living.

Dead we become the lumber of the world.

Life is like a bowl of old bread.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

This world is the land of the dying ; the next is the land of the living.

To death we must stoop, be we high, be we low,
But how and how suddenly few be that know -,
What carry we then but a sheet to the grave,
To cover this carcass, of all that we have?"

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

The living, though they yearn
for consummation of their fate,
need rest, and in their turn leave
children to fulfil their doom.

We read in the Gospels that Our Lord fed many people with five loaves and two fishes. Speaking parabolically, we may say that the first loaf was — that we should know ourselves, what we have been everlastingly to God, and what we now are to Him. The second — that we should pity our fellow Christian who is blinded; his loss should grieve us as much as our own. The third — that we should know our Lord Jesus Christ's life, and follow it to the utmost of our capacity. The fourth — that we should know the judgments of God. ... The fifth is — that we should know the Godhead which has flowed into the Father and filled Him with joy, and which has flowed into the Son and filled Him with wisdom, and the Two are essentially one.