Go forget me - why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go forget me - and tomorrow brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile - though I shall not be near thee Sing - though I shall never hear thee.
Fear not and the God of mercies grant a full gale and a fair entry into His kingdom which may carry sweetly and swiftly over the bar that you find not the rub of death.
Life and death. They are somehow sweetly and beautifully mixed but I don't know how.
Nothing is so galling to a people not broken in from the birth as a paternal or in other words a meddling government a government which tells them what to read and say and eat and drink and wear.