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"PASSING AWAY."

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"PASSING AWAY." Pasting Away is written on the World, and all that the World, contains. THO j ix fdt the impress of these words, e'en in the f. a- giie fios-er," W .i.ch blossom d 'neath thy fostering care, yet withered ie trac^ w'^ a cold hand upon its silken leaf. w,llsP«ed forth some by-gone joy—or shadowed forth some grief. J ° 1 Thou'it seen it in some dark blue eye," which beams on thee no more, Twas wriiiejj on a roseate cheek whose bloom and beauty's o ev, Yet ziourn not though that eye be closed, unless thous'st di,Ti'd the light, ° i !• 0 er one faithful heart the slfadow of grief's hliglit. But iF itiou *t lilorn that cheek's bright bloom, or queneh'd Ibe Kllllny fllY hich lit that loved one's !oyout glance, who've pass'd from thee away. Then weep, weep on, for thou hast wrought a chain whose ev ry link «f*SiiCrkS'5f^ ^eart'"e' agony—ah, tremble 'hen to thiols Uf all thou'st felt, and still must feel, for conscience oft will trace These words upon thy earthly bliss—and all its joy deface. .ar! //CarS l'1'8 .mo'to on her vest—thefading robes she wears. Ann a/„ that s fair «n<.I beautiful the same impression bears At wwr a sunbeam it is traced upon the fright blue sky, 'hat lives, and breathes beneath, must shunly fdde die. Thou feel'si the impress of these woids, e'en in thy very heart, ••rusli d, as it seems, with blighted hopes, whose bloom did soon depart. ■n* tn'('s,, t',e aK°ny woe, the grief that thou hast felt, T)'°U''aSt been driven to His throne, where pity ever dwelt, ihy heart hatti been laid open there, thy tears have wide'v gush'd, And thus some flowers yield not perfume till they are rudelv crti«h d. Oh, did we heed the still smail voice," which whispers low beware," c!'nK'"8 '.° Life's fading things, the beautiful, the fair! Oh. could we pierce the veil of bloom, that often hides decay, And ieel prepared to see them pass as shadows far away. I itiink I see thee standing now, with thoughtful brow and mein. Bending with anxious, teaiful gaze o'er Life's deep trouble 1 stream, Which bears away upon its tide companions loved too dear, And seems to whisper in its flight, Why art thou Jingerim here?" I I ask not who:thou art, my friend-I care not who thou art, Yet, thou shah share my sympathy, and prayers of a sad heart. I'd bid thee fling aside the chain of earthly miserv, Aod look beyond the sable cloud, that dims thy destiny, There's ONE who waits to save thee yet from every dark abyss, And guide thy erring footsteps on to everlasting bliss. Oh, cling no longer to the thought of happiness below- The phantom still eludes our grasp, yet midst our darkest woe, Hope lures us on with smiling face, and points to brigh:;i spheres Beyond the mist that shrouds our fate, the atmosphere o! teais. She vainly casts her anchor here-whattline grief's depths can sound! Alas where'er our treasures lie, our sorrows most abound, Till wearied with each vain attempt, she soars en radiant wing, Through star-lit spheres, midst shining throngs, her lay of jo\ to sing. Myriads have sorrowed without hope, myriads,! ah, where arc they ? Where are the loved ones thou hast known—the young, Ù, fair, the gay? Oh, tis not well-it is not well to let the soul thus cling To aught beneath yon azure doine for alL are perishing. Onward we press wwards the prize, to solve grand mvstcius The VVorld's not worth one anxious thought, nor earthly dts times. The soul aspires to-purer I and sighs to wing its flight To its celestial home above—tnat land of fadeless light. MARIAXE.

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