"So very sorry at our great loss....Thanatopsis By William Bryant "To him who in the love of Nature holds /Communion with her visible forms; she speaks /A various language; for his gayer hours /She has a voice of gladness; and a smile; /And eloquence of beauty; and she glides /Into his darker musings; with a mild /And gentle sympathy; that steals away /Their sharpness; ere he is aware. When thoughts /Of the last bitter hour come like a blight /Over thy spirit; and sad images /Of the stern agony; and shroud; and pall; /And breathless darkness; and the narrow house; /Make thee to shudder; and grow sick at heart;-- /Go forth under the open sky; and list /To Nature's teachings; while from all around-- /Earth and her waters; and the depths of air;-- /Comes a still voice--Yet a few days; and thee /The all-beholding sun shall see no more /In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground;"