...suffering wore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no morel And with them the being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaveu. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside...

...and make worthy all our affections. The sainted spirit even may visit us to chide away our gloom: " With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger...vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. . " Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer; Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,...

...— Folded their pale hands so meekly, — Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than...the stars, so still and saintlike, Looking downward from the skies. Utter'd not, yet comprehended, la the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings...

...that steals upon the ear " like the faint, exquisite music of a dream :" " And with them, the being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than...gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stare, 90 still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. TOL. TII. 32 242 A THOUGHT OF THE...

...that steals upon the ear " like the faint, exquisite music of a dream :" " And with them, the being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than...gentle hand in mine. " And she sits and gazes at me, "Uttered not, yet comprehended Was the spirit's voiceless prayer. Soft rebukes, in blessings enclecl,...

...first and only love, and sang to her the ballads of the olden time ; while " She sat and gazed upon me, With those deep and tender eyes ; Like the stars, so still, and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies." Longfellow. I have again heard her breathe my name, in accents sweeter than the song...

...suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than...the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings...

...suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than...vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. AUGUST. 63 And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and...

...ones, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more. " With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes the messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me,...the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies." The lamented Otway Curry — the few fragments of whose dreamy and mysterious poetry...

...ones, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more. " With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes the messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me,...tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Look ing down ward from the skies." The lamented Otway Curry — the few fragments of whose dreamy...