The man who consecrates his hours
By vigorous effort, and an honest aim.
At once he draws the sting of life and death;
He walks with nature; and her paths are peace. [ Young ]

I like that ancient Saxon phrase which calls
The burial ground, God's Acre! It is just;
It consecrates each grave within its walls.
And breathes a benison over the sleeping dust.
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Into its furrows shall we all be cast.
In the sure faith, that we shall rise again
At the great harvest, when the archangel's blast
Shall winnow, like a fan, the chaff and grain. [ Longfellow ]

For time consecrates, and what is gray with age becomes religion. [ Schiller ]