...mourn his death as a loss, there is a consoling thought in the words of our Quaker poet — "Have we not learned in hours of faith The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That life is always Lord of Death, And love can never lose its own?" . MR. EDMUND PARR. The sadness of this occasion...

...somehow, somewhere meet we must. Alas for him who never sees The stars ahine through his cypress trees ; Who hath not learned in hours of faith, The truth...and sense unknown, That life is ever Lord of death, THE DROWNED AT SEA. Never bronze or «lab of stone May their sepulchre denote; O'er their burial-place...

...DO YOU SEE THE STARS? "Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress trees; Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the...marbles play Who hath not learned in hours of faith, That Life is ever Lord of Death, . And Love can never lose its own !" — From "Snowbound." Who wrote...

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...somewhere, meet we must. Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees ! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the...ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own ! WHITTIEK. MEMORIAL. ABBIE COGSWELL GIBBON was the youngest daughter of Samuel and Abigail Gibbon,...

...love and peace will dwell with you. POEMS BY MRS. MARY JONES^ CLARKE, WITH AN INTRODUCTORY SKETCH. "WHO HATH NOT LEARNED, IN HOURS OF FAITH, THE TRUTH...EVER LORD OF DEATH, AND LOVE CAN NEVER LOSE ITS OWN?" — Whittier. PREFACE. THE annexed sketch of the life and character of Mrs. Clarke is substantially...

...God of love and peace will dwell with you. POEMS MRS. MARY JONES CLARKE, INTRODUCTORY SKETCH. ' WlIO HATH NOT LEARNED, IN HOURS OF FAITH, THE TRUTH TO...EVER LORD OF DEATH, AND LOVE CAN NEVER LOSE ITS OWN?" — Whillier. PREFACE. THE annexed sketch of the life and character of Mrs. Clarke is substantially...

...somewhere, meet we must. 20 Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the...Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, m hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can...

...sympathize with him, he says: " Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress trees, Who hopeless lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play !" When he describes the level marshes, " Where merry mowers, hale and strong, Swept scythe on scythe,...