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amid angel anguish banish sloth Beautiful Land Beneath better billows birds bless blest boundless brave bright brow child clay dark dawn death delight divine dream dwell e'en earth endless eternal evanescent evermore eyes faint fair faith faithless fancy feel flowers forever gather gloom glorious glory golden harvest grief hand hath heart heaven hope human immortal knew lady lesson light light-house lives look melody Modoc morning never night o'er overmaster pain passed pleasure pray prayed for death prayer pure QUAKER realm river selfish seraphic shining shore SIGILL silent sing smile Sometimes song sorrow soul sparrow spirit starless night starry stars story strife sweet tears tell tempests tender thee thing thou thought throne to-day to-morrow toil uncreated light voice Voiceless wait wander weary whippoorwill wire word world is waiting yearning yonder
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Page 1 - There is no death! The dust we tread Shall change beneath the summer showers To golden grain or mellow fruit Or rainbow-tinted flowers. The granite rocks disorganize To feed the hungry moss they bear; The forest leaves drink daily life From out the viewless air. There is no death!
Page 10 - Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep ; If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take ; And this I ask for Jesus
Page 1 - There is no death! The stars go down To rise upon some fairer shore, And bright in Heaven's jeweled crown They shine for evermore. There is no death!
Page 3 - And ever near us, though unseen, The dear immortal spirits tread; For all the boundless universe Is Life — there are no dead!
Page 2 - There is no death, although we grieve When beautiful familiar forms That we have learned to love are torn From our embracing arms. Although with bowed and breaking heart, With sable garb and silent tread We bear their senseless dust to rest And say that they are dead — They are not dead. They have but passed Beyond the mists that blind us here Into the new and larger life Of that serener sphere. They have but dropped their robe of clay To put a shining raiment on; They have not wandered far away,...
Page 2 - The flowers may fade and pass away — They only wait, through wintry hours, The warm, sweet breath of May. There is no death! the choicest gifts That heaven hath kindly lent to earth Are ever first to seek again The country of their birth.
Page 2 - May. There is no death! The choicest gifts That heaven hath kindly lent to earth Are ever first to seek again The country of their birth. And all things that for growth or joy Are worthy of our love or care, Whose loss has left us desolate, Are safely garnered there. Though life become a desert waste, We know its fairest, sweetest flowers, Transplanted into Paradise, Adorn immortal bowers.
Page 3 - We feel upon our fevered brow Their gentle touch, their breath of balm Their arms enfold us and our hearts Grow comforted and calm.
Page 2 - And say that they are dead. They are not dead! they have but passed Beyond the mists that blind us here Into the new and larger life Of that serener sphere. Tho