...truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ; To whom the grave Is but a lonely bed without the sense or sight Of day or the warm light, A place...

...truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find; Thou, over whom thy Immortality 153 Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by; To whom the grave Is but a lonely bed without the sense or sight Of day or the warm light, A place...

...truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ; To whom the grave Is but a lonely bed without the sense or sight Of day or the warm light, A place...

...^truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ; To whom the grave Is but a lonely bed without the sense or sight Of day or the warm light, A place...

...lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ; Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy Being's height, Why with...

...lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom 'thy immortality. Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A presence which is not to be put by ; Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom, on thy being's height,., Why...

...truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to 6nd : Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A presence which is not to be put by ; To whom the grave Is but a lonely bed without the sense or sight Of day or the warm light, A place...

...truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find : Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A presence which is not to he put hy ; To whom the grave Is hut a lonely hed without the sense or sight Of day or the warm light,...

...And they too have a voice, yon piles af snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God ! Surely, there is a spiritual world, and it is a world of light...sin, to the just indignation of God, — in peril of bis soul forever, — the object of all the stupendous histories and scenes of revelation recorded...

...lives to find, (In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave,) Thou over whom thy Immortality Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A Presence which is not to be put by; THOU LITTLE cHILD! yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom." We have thus briefly stated the...