...dimly through the mists and vapors, Amid these earthly damps : What seem to us but sad, funereal tapeis May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no death....life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life Elyskn, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto...

...chair. Resignation. The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead. Hid. There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. Hid. In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part ; For...

...oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad,...be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! What seetus so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, » She is...

...oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors ; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad,...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. 83 -4 City that hath Foundations. [By CHEISTINA G. ROSSETTI. Written inl8t£.J THEREFORE, O friend,...

...morning of a life where there would be no more parting. Longfellow well expresses this idea : " There is no death ! what seems so is transition ; This life...of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call death." At Athens, the fair young friends of a bride carried branches of the Hawthorn at her nuptials ; and...

...chair. Resignation. The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead. /«,/. There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life...suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call Death. Rtsignatian. Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it But as a harper lays his...

...and ever tlie Scythe-bearer plies hii changecausing harvest work ; and yet how true is it — " There is no Death ! What seems so is transition, This life...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death " ! The tendency of man to bewail the time departed and to grudge the speed with which life passes...

...ever the Scythe-bearer plies his changecausing harvest work ; and yet how true is ifr— • " There is no Death ! What seems so is transition, This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elyeian, Whose portal we call Death " ! The tendency of man to hewail the time departed and to grudge...

...for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! RESIGN A TION. Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from...the life Elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She not dead — the child of our affection — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our...

...the indestructibility of matter: much more do I believe in the immortality of the human soul. There is no death. What seems so is transition; This life...breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian. Whose portals we call death. — Longfellow. Life is ever lord of death, And love can never lose its own....