 There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor...  The Native Poets of Maine - Sida 22efter S. Herbert Lancey - 1854 - 312 sidorObegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
 | 1851 - 592 sidor
...so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portals we call Death. She is not dead— the child of our affection—...our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air. Year after year her tender... | |
 | 1861 - 980 sidor
...our poor protection. BWCtout himself doth rule.1 In that great cloister's stillness and leclution. By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She livci, whom we call dead. These beautiful lines express the hopes and consolations of Mr. and Mrs.... | |
 | 1856 - 1026 sidor
...so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead — the child of our affection...Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air: Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus... | |
 | 1880 - 304 sidor
...band.•' His sorrowing parents — his Sabbathschool teachers — all who loved him, here know that " He is not dead— the child of our affection— But gone unto that school Where he no longer needs our poor protection. And Christ himself doth rule.•* Dear children, is your hope... | |
 | 1850 - 642 sidor
...so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portals we call Death. She is not dead — the child of our affection...Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus... | |
 | 1856 - 686 sidor
...elysian, Whose portal we call Death. Site is not dead — the child of our affection — But gone untft that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection. And Christ himself doth rule. In lhat great cluisier's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels ltd, ,'"!:<• from temptation, safe... | |
 | John Seely Hart - 1849 - 934 sidor
...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She ie not dead— the child of our affectionBut gone unto that school, Where she no longer needs our...Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air} Year нпег year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus... | |
 | M. A. H. - 1849 - 160 sidor
...but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of oar affection, — But gone unto that school Where she...from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and... | |
 | 1849 - 620 sidor
...so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portals we call Death. She is not dead — the child of our affection...great Cloister's stillness and seclusion By guardian angrls led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. VOL. II.—... | |
 | Bertie (fict.name.) - 1849 - 134 sidor
...are not dead ! the (lambs) of our affection, But gone into that school Where (they) no longer need our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule....Safe from temptation — safe from sin's pollution — (They live) whom we call dead. " Day after day we think what (they are) doing In those bright realms... | |
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