"They sin who tell us Love can die; With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of hell. Of lust these passions of the earth, They perish where they have their birth, But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth. From heaven it came, to heaven returneth; Full oft on earth a troubled guest, At times deceived, at times oppressed, In heaven it finds its perfect rest. It soweth here in toil and care, But the harvest-time of Love is there."[15] [15] Southey's "Curse of Kehama." Therefore cultivate here in your Church life, in your home life, this wonderful, pure, beautiful thing, this love which will last for ever. "They sin who tell us Love can die." And, above all, keep that love pure, absolutely pure and true. Let nothing be substituted for it which calls itself love, but which is not love. Then with this love, this unselfish, disinterested love, the prayer instinct goes on. Do not be afraid of thinking of and praying for your dear boy in Paradise; pray for him. Do you suppose the mother in Paradise ceases to pray for her son here? You know that, in the old beautiful prayers of the Church for her dead, we pray that GOD will give them eternal rest and peace, and that everlasting light will shine upon them. That prayer instinct that lies so deep here goes on behind the veil. They are praying for us there as we are praying for them here. As St. Augustine says so beautifully, "The Church above loves and helps its pilgrim brothers." And, then, one thing more must go on--energy and activity of soul. Can you imagine a man like the late Archbishop Temple doing nothing for ever and ever? No. The greatest rest is delightful exercise of the faculties of the soul. And there must be in that other world work for those who have been active here below. Such souls when they are taken from us are being promoted to some work that they are specially fitted to do by the experience which has long worked itself into their souls. I think of two cases of Christians suffering patiently week after week, one for thirteen, the other for fifteen, years. The beautiful patience being worked into their character will be wanted in the other world.