death is life, the gate of life is death, We who wake shall sleep, we shall wax who wane; Let us not vex our souls for stoppage of a breath, The fall of a river that turneth not again. Be the road short, and be the gate near,– Shall a short road tire, a strait gate appall? The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all. - Extract from Saints and Angels, Christina Rossetti
Experience, Abbot Handerson Thayer













