From the book

It is an old belief

that on some solemn shore,

Beyond the sphere of grief,

Dear friends shall meet once more.

J.G. Lockhart

We never know how high we are

Till we are called to rise;

And then, if we are true to plan,

Our statures touch the skies.

Emily Dickinson

She knew the life-long martyrdom,

The weariness, the endless pain

Of waiting for some one to come

Who nevermore would come again.

Longfellow