...24 ; Rev. xiv. 5. Longfellow : — " She is not dead — the child of our affection, But gone into that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ Himself doth rule." Anonymous : — " She sleeps ! who once was beauty, once was grace, Grace that with tenderness, with...

...these earthly damps; What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no death! What seems so, is transition; This life...our poor protection; And Christ himself doth rule. Day after day, we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air; Year after year, her tender...

...distant lamps. He is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where he no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ Himself...led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, He lives, whom we call dead. Day after day we think what he is doing, In those bright realms of air...

...afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benediction.} Assume this dark disguise. She is not dead — the child of our affection ; But...our poor protection And Christ himself doth rule. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her maiden...

...was tenderly recorded by one who stood beside her and has long since joined her in Heaven : " There is no death — what seems so is transition : This...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death !" Of the members of the Cabell family in Lynchburg, Mrs. WILLIAM LEWIS, of Mount Athos, may properly...

...these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! what seems so is transition ; This life...mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer...

...these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! what seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life clysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone...

...these earthly damps ; What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. « There is no Death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life clysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone...

...What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! AVhat seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysiau, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection. — But gone...

...multitude which no man can number. You have, or you should have, great consolation, for you can sing : "He is not dead— the child of our affection, But gone unto that school Where he longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness...