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THE DEATH OF THE RIGHTEOUS.

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THE DEATH OF THE RIGHTEOUS.

"I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth."-Revelation xiv. 13.

How blest the righteous when he dies!
When sinks a weary soul to rest,

How mildly beam the closing eyes!
How gently heaves the expiring breast!

So fades a summer cloud away;

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore.

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Esus saith unto her, Thy brother shall rise again.

God hath both raised up the Lord, and will also raise up

us by his own power.

For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible shall habe put on incorruption, and this mortal shall habe put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in bictory. death, where is thy sting? O grabe, where is thy bictory? The sting of death is sin and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which gibeth us the bictory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Not for that we would be unclothed, but clothed upon, that mortality might be swallowed up of life.

When Christ, who is our life, shall appear, then shall ye also appear with Him in glory.

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Ah, 'tis like a tale of olden
Alone I walked the ocean strand.
And see the rivers how they run
Annie of Tharaw, my true love of old
Art thou a thing of mortal birth
At evening-time let there be light

Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise.
Behold the child, by nature's kindly law

Between two breaths, what crowded mysteries lie!

But, ever and anon, of griefs subdued

Cheeks as soft as July peaches

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Bishop Heber

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Rogers

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W. C. Bennett .

Come, while the blossoms of the years are brightest W. G. Clark

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Hail, young disciple !-thou whose early feet.
He saw his comely face . .

He that holds fast the golden mean
Higher, higher will we climb

High thoughts at first, and visions high.
Home! Home! its glorious threshold
How blest the righteous when he dies!

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth.

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How poor! how rich! how abject! how august.
How pure the grace, the gentleness of virtuous age!
How various his employments whom the world
Hush! 'tis a holy hour, the quiet room

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I fear the shame I must incur, forgetting Howard's

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I have a son, a little son, a boy just five years old Moultrie .
I heard a thousand blended notes

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I love to look on a scene like this

N. P. Willis

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I mourn no more my vanished years.

If thou dost truly seek to live .

In all my wanderings round this world of care
Infinite Truth, the life of my desires

In the same brook none ever bathed him twice.

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free
It is not growing like a tree

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It was an eve of Autumn's holiest mood

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Maiden! with the meek, brown eyes

My friend, thou sorrowest for thy golden prime .
My sweet wee nursling! thou art sweet to me

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Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled .

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O happy day, that fixed my choice
Oh! ever loving, lovely and beloved!
Oh! just when Thou shalt please, would I depart
Oh, say not, dream not, heavenly notes

O my coevals! remnants of yourselves!.

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INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF POETRY.

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Oh! the day is very bright, father, as lovely as the
May

One of this mood I do remember well.

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On this side, and on that, men see their friends.
Our lives are rivers, gliding free

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Our sighs were numerous, and profuse our tears

Patriots have toiled, and in their country's cause

Sailing upon life's dangerous sea

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
She was a phantom of delight.

Slow glides the Nile: amid the margin flags
So live, that when thy summons comes to join
Some murmur, when their sky is clear

Stand but your ground, your ghostly foes will fly
"Suffer that little children come to Me "

Tell me not in mournful numbers
The baby wept.

The band of Commerce was designed

The boy stood on the burning deck

The day arrives, the moment wished and feared.
The gales of pleasure haply waft him
The glories of our birth and state

The lapse of time and rivers is the same
The path to bliss abounds with many a snare
The rose was in rich bloom on Sharon's plain
The seas are quiet when the winds are o'er
The stately homes of England.
The wanton troopers, riding by

Th' unbusied shepherd stretched beneath the hawthorn
Think'st thou the steed that restless roves

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This is a curl of our poor Splendid's hair
There is an awe in mortal's joy

There is a reaper, whose name is Death

They are all gone into a world of light

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They knelt them side by side; the hoary man
They tell me thou art come from a far world
Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not
deplore thee

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