Edmund Sears

Death is a stage in human progress, to be passed as we would pass from childhood to youth, or from youth to manhood, and with the same consciousness of an everlasting nature.

— Edmund Sears

Calm on the listening ear of night Her silver-mantled plains.

— Edmund Sears

It came upon the midnight clear,To hear the angels sing.

— Edmund Sears

For lo! the days are hastening on, Which now the angels sing.

— Edmund Sears