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HE path of sorrow, and that path alone,

Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.

HE dead are like the stars, by day
Withdrawn from mortal eye,

But not extinct, they hold their way

In glory through the sky.

J. MONTGOMERY.

ROM death we rise to life:

Hope triumphs o'er the thoughts of death.

DRYDEN.

HERE all life dies death lives.

MILTON.

THE righteous dies, who walked with God true

hearted;

The sinner lives who has from God departed:
By man came death, yet man its fetters breaketh;
God it o'ertaketh.

HERE is life with God,

Another kingdom of a sweeter air:

In Eden every flower is blown.

GRAY.

ITH thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod,

And spread the furrow for the seed we sow; This is the field and acre of our God,

This is the place where human harvests grow.

LONGFELLOW.

F the stream fail, repair to the fountain.

AITH builds a bridge across the gulf of death, To break the shock kind nature cannot shun, And lands thought smoothly on the farther shore.

YOUNG.

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OD called the life he lent away,

The dust returned from whence it came;

The spirit left the stiffening clay,

And death dissolved the curious frame.

NFADING Hope! when life's last embers burn, When soul to soul and dust to dust return, Heaven to thy charge resigns the awful hour; Oh! then thy kingdom comes, immortal Power!

CAMPBELL.

MAY we, like thee, in piety excel,

Believe as steadfastly, and act as well; Cleave to the good, and from the bad depart, And wear the Scriptures written on our heart.

FAWKES.

OOK unto me, and be

ye

saved.

ISAIAH xlv. 22.

RE truth and genius, love and pity, thine?

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With liberal charity, and faith sincere?

Then rest thy wandering steps beneath this shrine, And greet a kindred spirit hovering near.

IFE was but lent, conditional to die ;
Death made the period of mortality,
And gave me entrance to eternity.

UR birth is nothing but our death begun,
As tapers waste that instant they take fire.

YOUNG.

HY sickness joy, thy tribulation hope,
Thy body's death gave life unto thy soul.

HEN we stand beside the new-filled grave, And mourn with bitter tears for "them that sleep; "

Surely we know that He who came to save, Weeps with us there, and bids us not to weep.

HE earth receives what first it gave;
We're born to moulder in the grave.

ARRIED by the angels into Abraham's bosom.

LUKE xvi. 22.

HIS world is all a fleeting show,
For man's illusion given;

The smiles of joy, the tears of woe,

Deceitful shine, deceitful flow:

There's nothing true but heaven.

EATH ends our woes,

MOORE.

And the kind grave shuts up the mournful

scene.

DRYDEN.

HE sweet remembrance of the just
Shall flourish when they sleep in dust.

RECIOUS in the sight of the Lord is the death

of his saints.

PSALM CXVI. 15.

HEN heaven did thy fair soul receive,
Which did as fair a body leave,

A general sadness filled the place;
We read thy death in every face.

HE righteous shall be had in everlasting re

membrance.

PSALM CXii. 6.

HE soul, of origin divine,

God's glorious image, freed from clay,
In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine,
A star of day!

The sun is but a spark of fire,
A transient meteor in the sky;
The soul, immortal as its sire,
Shall never die!

J. MONTGOMERY.

YE beauteous is the world, and many a joy Floats through its wide dominion. But, alas! When we would seize the winged good, it flies, And, step by step, along the path of life, Allures our yearning spirits to the grave.

GOETHE.