Death is a stage in human progress, to be passed as we would pass from childhood to youth, or from youth to manhood, and with the same consciousness of an everlasting nature.
Reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 177.
Calm on the listening ear of nightCome Heaven’s melodious strains,Where wild Judea stretches farHer silver-mantled plains.Edmund Sears
It came upon the midnight clear,That glorious song of old,From Angels bending near the earthTo touch their harps of gold;"Peace on the earth, good will to manFrom Heaven’s all gracious King."The world in solemn stillness layTo hear the angels sing.Edmund Sears
For lo! the days are hastening on,By prophet-bards foretold,When with the ever-circling years,Comes round the age of gold;When Peace shall over all the earthIts ancient splendors flingAnd the whole world send back the songWhich now the angels sing.Edmund Sears