. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . d are strewed upon the chill, sadground;Gone down for shelter to its mother-earth,Twill rise, re-bloom, and shed its fragranceround. The dew-drop dies not, when it leaves theflower, And passes upward on the beam of morn;It does but hide itself in light on high. To its loved flower at twilight, to return. The fine gold has not perished, when theflameSeizes upon it with consuming glow ;In freshened splendor it comes forth sparkle on the monarchs throne oibrow. Thus in the quiet
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . d are strewed upon the chill, sadground;Gone down for shelter to its mother-earth,Twill rise, re-bloom, and shed its fragranceround. The dew-drop dies not, when it leaves theflower, And passes upward on the beam of morn;It does but hide itself in light on high. To its loved flower at twilight, to return. The fine gold has not perished, when theflameSeizes upon it with consuming glow ;In freshened splendor it comes forth sparkle on the monarchs throne oibrow. Thus in the quiet joy of kindly trust,We bid each parting saint a brief fare-well; Weeping, yet smiling, we commit their dustTo the safe keeping of the silent cell. The day of re-appearing I how it speeds ! He who is true and faithful speaks shall we ever be with those we love— Then shall we be forever with the Lord. BETTY AND THE BEAR. j)N a pioneers cabin out West, so they say, f5 A great big black grizzly trotted oneI day,) And seated himself on the hearth, and beganTo lap the contents of a two-gallon pan. Of milk and potatoes,—an excellent meal,—And then looked about to see what he coulJsteal. The lord of the mansion awoke from his sleep,And, hearing a racket, he ventured to peepJust out in the kitchen, to see what was there,And was scared to behold a great grizzlybear. So he screamed in alarm to his slumbering frow, Thars a bar in the kitching as bigs a cow ! A what ? Why a bar ! Well, murder him, then! Yes, Betty, I will, if youll first venture Betty leaped up, and the poker she her man shut the door, and against it he squeezed. As Betty then laid on the grizzly her blows,Now on his forehead, and now on his nose,Her man through the key-hole kept shouting within, Well done, my brave Betty, now hit him a rap on the ribs, now a knock on the poke with the poker, and poke his eyes , with rapping and poking, poor Betty alone,Ai laet
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