Juvenile Instructor . tand I, consecrat-ed in the spirit of the men who wereonce my comrades and who are nowgone, and who left me under the bondsof fidelity. Gone West By Samuel Biddulph. Gone west, to the realms of endless day, Where the Great Immortals reign;Much as we mourn their absence here Our loss is but their from the mortal dust that clings—On the noiseless flight of ethereal wingsThey pass through the dross of earthly thingsAs the sunshine through the pane. Oh, yes, the veil is light and thin That shuts them from our view;To screen their world from ours requires But an eth
Juvenile Instructor . tand I, consecrat-ed in the spirit of the men who wereonce my comrades and who are nowgone, and who left me under the bondsof fidelity. Gone West By Samuel Biddulph. Gone west, to the realms of endless day, Where the Great Immortals reign;Much as we mourn their absence here Our loss is but their from the mortal dust that clings—On the noiseless flight of ethereal wingsThey pass through the dross of earthly thingsAs the sunshine through the pane. Oh, yes, the veil is light and thin That shuts them from our view;To screen their world from ours requires But an ether wave or oft times feel their shadowy formsFlit round us when the spirit warmsAnd can almost grasp them in our armsJust as we used to do. Then let us dry the useless tear, And lift the drooping head;The friends we loved and cherished so Are more alive then I hear them softly sayCome drive all thoughts of grief away,And put your faith and trust each day In what the Master said. SuM)ATSCHOOLM)RK.
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