Ella Wheeler Wilcox,
New Thought Pastels
“ Thou canst not miss the shining mountain height. Who would attain to summits still and fair, Must nerve himself through valleys of despair.p. 39“There Is No Death, There Are No Dead.” (Suggested by the book of Mr. Ed. C. Randall.) “THERE is no death, there are no dead.” From zone to zone, from sphere to sphere, The souls of all who pass from here By hosts of living thoughts are led; And dark or bright, those souls must tread The paths they fashioned year on year. For hells are built of hate or fear, And heavens of love our lives have shed. ”
