"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose.
When suddenly across the June
A wind with finger goes.
They perished in the seamless grass,—
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face.
— Emily Dickinson
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The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
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