God permits industrious Angels afternoons to play. I met one, –forgot my school-mates. All, for him, straightway. God calls home the Angels promptly at the setting Sun; I missed mine. How dreary marbles after playing Crown! You are the Earth under my feet, the Earth that gave me life and has brought me up. Though you have never been praised in a poem or in a song, I still love you all the more. Even when I travel to the tips and end of the Earth, I see your kind smiling face and loving gaze in front of my eyes. You are in my heart a monument that will never fall. #RyanPhillippe 1 of 4

To know just how he suffered would be dear; to whom he could intrust his wavering gaze, until it settled firm on Paradise. To know if he was patient, part content, was dying as he thought, or different; was it a pleasant day to die, and did the Sunshine face his way? What was his furthest mind, of home, or God, at news that he ceased human nature on such a day? And wishes, had he any? Just as sigh, accented, had been legible to me. And was he confident until I will fluttered out in everlasting well? #RyanPhillippe 2 of 4

And if he spoke, what name was best, what first, what one broke off with at the drowsiest? Was he afraid, or tranquil? Might he know how conscious consciousness could grow, till love that was, and love too blest to be, meet—and the junction be Eternity? Your eyes are voiceless language, full of anticipation to me. Your eyes are burning flame, giving me the biggest heating power. It will be impressed in my heart forever. #RyanPhillippe 3 of 4

Let my blessing, like sweet-sounding bell, hover over your ears and remain in your heart. You, like the second Sun, bring us Sunshine and wisdom. Not in this World to see his face sounds long, until I read the place where this is said to be, but just the primer to a life, unopened, rare, upon the shelf, clasped yet to him and me. And yet, my primer suits me so I would not choose a book to know than that, be sweeter wise; might someone else so learned be and leave me just my A B C, himself could have the skies. #RyanPhillippe 4 of 4