“Oh, yes, there’s a brite clime, a brite world of joy,
Where love’s blossoms fade not, nor death can destroy,
Where the pure and the good their sweet influence impart:
In the friendship of heaven is the home of the heart.
There the sad heart will rest from its sorrow and pain,
And the glad heart its blissful emotions retain;
There the cold heart be warmed by the joys of the blest,
And the good in the spirit of sympathy rest.”
–Mary Catherine Pray