“O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies!”
— Timothy Salter
“Yet this thou art alive, but if ye soar,My poor frail heart will have beat out its cryAnd sadly miss thy sweet form all the moreWhile helplessly I stand and watch you die.”
— Timothy Salter
“To them, eternal life beginsAnd God Himself shall wipe away all tears.”
— Timothy Salter
“O Weep No More ForMe When I Am Gone!”
— Timothy Salter
“Mountains clothed in snowRobed in white against blue skiesMirrored in the lake.”
— Timothy Salter
“Enjoy TheSound Of Silence.”
— Timothy Salter
“Ere long this golden light shall pass and fadeExcept all cherish’d mem’ries ye have made.”
— Timothy Salter