They have passed from you but where are they?

The very grave is a passage into the beautiful and the glorious. 

You have laid your friends in the grave, but they are around you. 

The little children that sat upon your knees, into whose eyes you looked with love, whose little hands have clasped your neck, on whose cheek you have imprinted the kiss—you can almost feel the throbbing of their little hearts today. 

They have passed from you—

But where are they?

Just beyond the line of the invisible. 

And the father and mother who educated you, who directed and comforted you, where are they, but just beyond the line of the invisible? 

The associates of your life that walked along life's pathway, those with whom you took sweet counsel and who dropped by your side, where are they, but just beyond you—

Not far away—

It may be very near you in the heaven of light and love. 

Is there anything to alarm you in the thought of the invisible? 

No!

When your head is on the pillow, there come whispers of joy from the spirit-land, which have dropped into your heart—thoughts of the sublime and beautiful and glorious, as though some angel's hand passed over your brow, and some dear one sat by your pillow and communed with your heart to raise your affections towards the other, and better world.

Paoli Weekly News Newspaper Archive—27 August 1879, 4