“Our thoughts are boundless, though our frames are frail, Our souls immortal, though our limbs decay; Though darken'd in this poor life by a veil Of suffering, dying matter, we shall play In truth's eternal sunbeams; on the way To heaven's high capitol our cars shall roll; The temple of the Power whom all obey, That is the mark we tend to, for the soul Can take no lower flight, and seek no meaner goal.” WaySoulMatterPlaySufferingHeavenGoalPoorDyingCarEternalMarkFlightTemplesImmortalDecayOur ThoughtsVeilsLimbsBoundlessFrailCapitolSunbeamsPoor Life Book:Poems by James G. Percival ... Source: Poems by James G. Percival ...
“Green sods are all their monument; and yet it tells A nobler history than pillared piles, Or the eternal pyramids.” EternalGreenMemorialMonumentPyramidsMemorial DayMemorial Day PoemsMemorial Day RemembranceHappy Memorial DaySodMemorial Day Weekend Book:The poetical works of James Gates Percival Source: The poetical works of James Gates Percival
