I want my son's soul to rest in peace. I want him to make it to heaven.

Be at peace with your own soul, then heaven and earth will be at peace with you.

My soul can find no staircase to heaven unless it be through earth's loveliness

THE soul should always stand ajar,
That if the heaven inquire,
He will not be obliged to wait,
Or shy of troubling her.

Depart, before the host has slid
The bolt upon the door,
To seek for the accomplished guest, --
Her visitor no more.

He wants only to rest and to have a little peace.

'Twas whispered in Heaven, 'twas muttered in hell And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell. On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest, And the depths of the ocean its presence confessed.