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Page 56 - He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Page 152 - The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of Heaven.
Page 108 - MY Mother's voice ! how often creeps Its cadence on my lonely hours ! Like healing sent on wings of sleep, Or dew to the unconscious flowers. I can forget her melting prayer While leaping pulses madly fly, • But in the still unbroken air Her gentle tone comes stealing by, And years, and sin, and manhood flee, And leave me at my mother's knee.
Page 136 - ... Heaven, — the port of endless peace, The haven of the soul, When life's corroding cares shall cease Like sweeping waves to roll. Oh ! weep not, then, though cruel time The chain of love has riven ; To every link, in yonder clime, He-union shall be given. Oh ! fall they not on mortal ear As dew drops pure at even, To soothe the breast or start the tear, — A Mother, Home and Heaven ? ANON.
Page 94 - When I am a man," is the poetry of childhood; "When I was young,
Page 136 - ... infancy. A home — that paradise below Of sunshine and of flowers ; Where hallowed joys perennial flow By calm, sequestered bowers. And heaven — the port of endless peace, The haven of the soul, When life's corroding cares shall cease, Like sweeping waves to roll. Oh weep not then, though cruel time The chain of love has riven ; To every link, in yonder clime, Re-union shall be given.