...part of man—and on his lines we Kew Church people especially prefer to dwell —viz.:— " There is no death! what seems so is transition; This life...of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call death." Finally, let us be careful not to suppress, or ridicule, even unintentionally, but rather encourage,...

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...see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but dim, funeral tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There Is no...breath Is but a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portals we call Death. She is not dead— the child of our affection— But gone unto that school Where...

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...We see but dimly through the mists and vapours ; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but dim, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There...our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe...

...disguise. We see out dimly through the mists and vapors ; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but dim funereal tapers May be Heaven's distant lamps. There...breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portals we call Death. She is not dead — the child of our affection — But gone unto that school...

...Thomas Hood, are in some parts very beautiful. Our readers will thank us for two brief extracts. ' There is no death ! — what seems so is transition ; This...the life elysian, Whose portal we call death.'— LONGFELLOW. ' " To part no more " — they home met now to part no more. 'Yesterday morning my dear,...

...correspondent must have had in mind the stanza of Longfellow's " Resignation," which reads, — " There is no death : what seems so is transition ; This life...of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call death." — " J. О. Я." Botlnn, writes : " Will you kindly inform me, if possible, through the columns of...

...disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors ; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but dim funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps. There...our affection — But gone unto that school, Where ehe no longer needs our poor protection And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness...

...oftentimes celestial benedictions We see but dimly through the mists and vapors ; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May...portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of oar affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ...