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DBAR, be&uteoua death-the jewel of the jWit-
Shining nowhere but in the dark!.
What myateriea do lie beyond thy duat,
Could man outlook that mark!He that bath found some ftedgecl bird'e nest may know,
At fint ai~ht, if the bird be 1lown ;
But what fau.r dell or gro"Ve he einga in now,
That ia to him unk:Down.And yet, aa angels, in some brighter dreama,
Call to the soul when man dot.h sleep ;
So aome atrangethoughta tran.acend our wonted themes,.
And into glory peep.Fatl1erl disperse, the miata which blot and iill
My perspective still aa they paaa ;
Or else remove me hence unto that hill
Where I eball need no glaaa.How many bl8118ed groupe thie hour are bending,
Through England's primroee meadow-path"' their w~y
Towa.rcla spire and tower, midst abady alma MCending,
Whence tlie sweet chimes proclaim the ballow'd day 1
The halls, from old heroic ages gray,
Pour their fair children forth ; and hamlete low-
Send out their inmates in a happy 1low,
Like a freed vernal stream. I may.not trend
With them those pathways-to the feverish bed
Of sioknees bound ; yet, 0 my God I I blees
Thy mercy, tn.at with Sabbath-peace hath 1ill'd
My cnaaten'd heart, and all ita tbrobbinga still'd
To one deep calm of lowliest thankfulnees!
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