Now, all this comes from what is false.

Death is not the crowning evil of our lives; but the door through which we pass, tranquilly, into that eternal world, which is our destined home.

I hold in my thought a different picture of Death from that which affrighted me in childhood.

The form is one of angelic beauty, and the countenance full of love.

I know, that when I pass along the dark and narrow way that leads from this outer world of nature, to the inner world from which it has existence, that my hand will rest firmly in that of an angel, commissioned of God to guide my peaceful footsteps.