...to paint The moment after death ; The glories that surround the saint In yielding up his breath." " Dear, beauteous Death, the jewel of the just, Shining...do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark 1 " He that hath found some fledged bird's nest, may know At first sight if the bird be flown ; But...

...holy Hope, and high Humility, High as the heavens above ! These are your walks, and you have showed them me, To kindle my cold love. Dear, beauteous Death, the jewel of the just, Shining no where but in the dark ; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark ! He...

...holy Hope ! and high Humility ! High as the Heavens above ! These are your walks, and you have showed them me, To kindle my cold love. Dear beauteous death ; the jewel of the Just ! Shining no where but in the dark ; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark ! He...

...holy Hope, and high Humility, High as the heavens above ! These are your walks, and you have showed them me, To kindle my cold love. Dear, beauteous Death,...Could man outlook that mark ! He that hath found some fledg'd bird's nest may know, At first sight, if the bird be flown ; But what fair field or grove he...

...young grave we write. ELEGIAC STANZAS, TO THE MEMORY OF MARY CAROLINE DE W., WHO DIED MAY 26, 1841. "Dear beauteous death, the jewel of the just, Shining...lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark." THE season came to which she looked With longing heart and eyes, The season of the opening leaf, And...

...PSALM OF DEATH. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. HW LONGFELLOW. "Dear beauteous Death ! the jewel of the Shining nowhere but in the dark. What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could we outlook that mark !" There is a Eeaper, whose name is Death, And with his sickle keen, He reaps...

...PSALM OF DEATH. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. HW LONGFELLOW. " Dear beauteous Death ! the jewel of the Shining nowhere but in the dark. What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could we outlook that mark !" There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And with his sickle keen, He reaps...

...trample on my days ; My days, which arc at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmerings and decays. 0 holj' hope! and high humility, High as the heavens above...Could man outlook that mark ! He that hath found some fledg'd bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown ; But what fair vale or grove he sings...

...! holy hope and high humility, High as the heavens above ! These are your walks, and you have shown them me To kindle my cold love. Dear, beauteous Death,...Could man outlook that mark ! He that hath found some fledg'd birds' nest, may know, At first sight, if the bird be flown ; But what fair grove or field...

...I alone sit ling'ring here ! Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear. Dear, beauteous death ; the Jewel of the Just ! Shining...do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark ! • It can never be matter of indifference to a thinking man, whether he is to be happy or miserable...