You can never betray the people who are dead.
Coldly and capriciously the slanting sunbeams fall.
Every one of his opinions appears to himself to be written with sunbeams.
Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall; For God, who loveth all his works, Has left his Hope with all.
Laughter is a sunbeam of the soul.
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
We live on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam
Hold out your hands to feel the luxury of the sunbeams.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
Ah, the souls of those that die Are but sunbeams lifted higher.