. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . leaves drink daily out the viewless air. There is no death ! The leaves may flowers may fade and pass away ; They only wait through wintry hours,The coming of the May. There is no death ! An angel formWalks oer the earth with silent tread r He bears our best loved things away:And then we call them dead. He leaves our hearts all desolate. He plucks our fairest, sweetest flowers Transplanted into bliss, they nowAdorn immortal bowers. The bird-like voice, whose joyous
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . leaves drink daily out the viewless air. There is no death ! The leaves may flowers may fade and pass away ; They only wait through wintry hours,The coming of the May. There is no death ! An angel formWalks oer the earth with silent tread r He bears our best loved things away:And then we call them dead. He leaves our hearts all desolate. He plucks our fairest, sweetest flowers Transplanted into bliss, they nowAdorn immortal bowers. The bird-like voice, whose joyous tones. ^Lxde glad these scenes of sin and striieSings now an everlasting song. Around the tree of life. 152 PAYIXJ IIEL WAY W^hereer he sees a smile too briglit,Or heart too pure for taint and vice, He bears it to that worM of light,To dwell in Paradise. Born unto that undying life,Ibey leave us but to come again; With joy we welcome them the their sin and pain. And ever near us, though unseen^The dear immortal spirits tread; For all the boundless universeIs life—there are no dead. ,T:^<. PA YING HER WA F. lIAT has rny darling b(;en doingto-day,-w To pay for hi-r washing and mend-ing?How can hIk! manago to keep out ofdebtFor 80 much caroHHing and tend-ing ? Jloiir can I wait till (Ik! years nhallhave flownAnd the liands have grown larger andstronger 7 Who will lie able the interest to the debt runs many years longer? Dear little feet! TTow thoy fly to my side Wliito arms my nock are caressing;Sweetest of kisses are laid on my chrck; Fair head my shoulder is at all from my darling is duo— From evil may angels defi-nd her—The diibt is discliargod as fast as tis xaaA% For love is a legal tondef. THE PROGRESS OF HUMANITY. 453 THE PROGRESS OF HUMANITY. CHARLES SUMNER. ^ET US, then, be of good cheer. From the great law of progress we _^^ . may derive at once our duties and our encouragements. Humanity ^^ has ever advanced, urged by the
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