Chapters 8
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1 His Books - Read by BM 1:41
My days among the dead are past. Around me I behold, where these casual eyes are cast, the mighty minds of old. My never-failing friends are they. With whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight and weal, and seek relief and woe. And while I understand and feel how much to them I owe, my cheeks have often been bedewed with tears of thoughtful gratitude.
My thoughts are with the dead. With them I live in long past years. Their virtues love, their faults condemn, partake their hopes and fears, and from their lessons seek and find instruction with an humble mind. My hopes are with the dead. Anon my place with them will be, and I with them shall travel on through all futurity. Yet leaving here a name, I trust that will not perish in the dust.
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2 His Books - Read by DL 1:21
April, two thousand and ten, at Mountain Lake Campground, near Somersville, West Virginia. My days among the dead are past, around me I behold, where'er these casual eyes are cast, the mighty minds of old. My never-failing friends are they, with whom I converse, day by day. With them I take delight in weal, and seek relief in woe. And while I understand and feel how much to them I owe, my cheeks have often been bedewed with tears of thoughtful gratitude. My thoughts are with the dead. With them I live in long-past years. Their virtues love, their faults condemn, partake their hopes and fears, and from their lessons seek and find instruction with a humble mind. My hopes are with the dead, Anon my place with them will be, And I with them shall travel on Through all futurity.
Yet leaving here a name, I trust, That will not perish in the dust.
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3 His Books - Read by EEP 1:35
My days among the dead are past. Around me I behold, where'er these casual eyes are cast, the mighty minds of old. My never-failing friends are they, with whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight in weal, and seek relief in woe. And while I understand and feel how much to them I owe, my cheeks have often been bedewed with tears of thoughtful gratitude.
My thoughts are with the dead. With them I live in long-past years. Their virtues love, their faults condemn, partake their hopes and fears. And from their lessons seek and find instruction with an humble mind.
My hopes are with the dead. Anon my place with them will be. And I with them shall travel on through all futurity. Yet, leaving here a name, I trust, that will not perish in the dust.
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4 His Books - Read by GB 1:21
My days among the dead are past. Around me, I behold, where'er these casual eyes are cast, the mighty minds are old. My never-failing friends are they, with whom I converse day by day.
With them I take delight in weal, and seek relief in woe. And while I understand and feel how much to them I owe, my cheeks have often been bedewed with tears of thoughtful gratitude.
My thoughts are with the dead. With them I live in long-past years. Their virtues love, their faults condemn, partake their hopes and fears. And from their lessons seek and find instruction with an humble mind.
My hopes are with the dead, Anon my place with them will be, And I with them shall travel on through all futurity, Yet leaving here a name I trust that will not perish in the dust.
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5 His Books - Read by JP 1:07
My days among the dead are past, around me I behold, where'er these casual eyes are cast, the mighty minds of old. My never-failing friends are they, with whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight in weal, and seek relief in woe, and while I understand and feel how much to them I owe, My cheeks have often been bedewed with tears of thoughtful gratitude. My thoughts are with the dead. With them I live in long past years. Their virtues love, their faults condemn, partake their hopes and fears, and from their lessons seek and find instruction with a humble mind. My hopes are with the dead. Anon my place with them will be, and I with them shall travel on through all futurity. Yet leaving here a name, I trust, that will not perish in the dust.
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6 His Books - Read by LAH 1:23
Around me I behold, where'er these casual eyes are cast, the mighty minds of old. Mine ever-failing friends are they, with whom I converse, day by day. With them I take delight and weal, and seek relief in woe. And while I understand and feel how much to them I owe, my cheeks have often been bedewed with tears of thoughtful gratitude. My thoughts are with the dead. With them I live in long-past years, their virtues love, their faults condemn, partake their hopes and fears, and from their lessons seek and find instruction with an humble mind. My hopes are with the dead. Anon my place with them will be, and with them shall travel on through all futurity, yet leaving here a name, I trust, that will not perish in the dust.
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7 His Books - Read by RG 1:45
My days among the dead are past. Around me I behold, where'er these casual eyes are cast, the mighty minds of old. My never-failing friends are they, with whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight in weal, and seek relief in woe. And while I understand and feel how much to them I owe, my cheeks have often been bedewed with tears of thoughtful gratitude.
My thoughts are with the dead. With them I live in long-past years. Their virtues love. Their faults condemn, partake their hopes and fears, and from their lessons seek and find instruction with an humble mind.
My hopes are with the dead. Anon my place with them will be, and I with them shall travel on through all futurity. Yet Leaving here a name, I trust, that will not perish in the dust.
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8 His Books - Read by RN 1:28
My days among the dead are past, around me I behold, where'er these casual lives are cast, the mighty minds of old. My never-failing friends are they, with whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight in weal, And seek relief in woe. And while I understand and feel how much to them I owe, my cheeks have often been bedewed with tears of thoughtful gratitude. My thoughts are with the dead, with them I live in long-past years. Their virtues love, their faults condemn, partake their hopes and fears, and from their lessons seek and find Instruction with an humble mind.
My hopes are with the dead. Anon, my place with them will be, and I with them shall travel on through all futurity. Yet leaving here a name, I trust, that will not perish in the dust.