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Nor life's affections transient fire,
Whose sparks fly upwards to expire.

There is a world above,

Where parting is unknown;
A whole eternity of love,

Formed for the good alone :
And faith beholds the dying here
Translated to that happier sphere.

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T All unsure and starlight here,
Voices of our lost ones sounding,

Bid us be of heart and cheer,
Through the silence, down the spaces, falling on the in-

ward ear.

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Let us draw their mantles o’er us,

Which have fallen in our way:
Let us do the work before us

Calmly, bravely, while we may, Ere the long night-silence cometh, and with us it is not day!

7. G. Whittier. 1860.

THE CLOUD ON THE WAY.

CEE, before us in our journey broods a mist upon the w ground; Thither leads the path we walk in, blending with that

gloomy bound. Never eye hath pierced its shadows to the mystery they Now it seems to stop beside us, now at seeming distance

screen, Those who once have passed within it nevermore on

earth are seen.

lowers, Leaving banks that tempt us onward bright with sum

mer green and Aowers. Yet it blots the way forever ; there our journey ends at

last; Into that dark cloud we enter, and are gathered to the

past. Thou who in this flinty pathway, leading through a

stranger land, Passeft down the rocky valley, walking with me hand in

hand, Which of us shall be the soonest folded to that dim

Unknown, Which shall leave the other walking in this Ainty path

alone ? Even now I see thee shudder, and thy cheek is white

with fear, And thou clingest to my side as that dark mist comes

sweeping near. “ Here,” thou sayît, “the path is rugged, sown with

thorns that wound the feet; But the sheltered glens are lovely, and the rivulet's song

is sweet ; Roses breathe from tangled thickets; lilies bend from

ledges brown; Pleasantly between the pelting showers the sunshine gushes

down. Far be yet the hour that takes me where that chilly

shadow lies,

From the things I know and love, and from the fight

of loving eyes.” So thou murmurest, fearful one, but see, we tread a

rougher way; Fainter grow the gleams of sunshine that upon the dark

rocks play ; Rude winds strew the faded fowers upon the crags o’er

which we pass ; Banks of verdure, when we reach them, hiss with tufts

of withered grass. Yet upon the mist before us fix thine eyes with closer

view ; See, beneath its sullen skirts, the rosy morning glimmers

through. One, whose feet the thorns have wounded, entered and

came back, With a glory on his footsteps lighting yet the dreary

track. Boldly enter where he entered; all that seems but dark

ness here, When thou once hast past beyond it, haply shall be

crystal clear. Seen from that serener realm, the walks of human life

may lie Like the page of some familiar volume open to mine

eye. Haply from the o’erhanging shadow thou mayst stretch

an unseen hand, To support the wavering steps that print with blood the

rugged land.

Haply, leaning o'er the pilgrim all unweeting thou art

near, Thou mayst whisper words of warning or of comfort in

his ear, Till, beyond the border where that brooding mystery

bars the sight, Those whom thou hast fondly cherished stand with thee in peace and light.

Wm. C. Bryant. 1860.

SPIRIT, freed from earth,

Rejoice thy work is done!
The weary world's beneath thy feet,

Thou brighter than the sun.

Arise, put on the robes

That the redeemed win;
Now sorrow hath no part in thee,

Thou sanctified within!

Awake, and breathe the air

Of the celestial clime !
Awake to love which knows no change,

Thou who hast done with time!

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