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...so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our...from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Pay after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year her tender...

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...chair would be found by their own fireside ? We cannot tell ; we can still hear her repeating to us, " She is not dead ! — the child of our affection,...from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead." Yes ! she still lives, and we can continue the lines, for, " Day after day we think what she is doing...

...we call Death. " Be is not dead — the child of oar affection, But gone unto that school Where he no longer needs our poor protection ; And Christ himself...led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, Be live* whom we call dead." No death ! No ! there is no death in Christ's kingdom. Christ is the resurrection...

...tended, But one dead lamb Is there ! There is no fireside howsoe'er defended, But has a vacant chair. She is not dead— the child of our affection —...our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. Not as a child shall we again behold her, For when, with raptures wild. In our embraces we again enfold...

...24 ; Rev. xiv. 5. Longfellow : — " She is not dead — the child of our affection, But gone into that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ Himself doth rule." Anonymous : — " She sleeps ! who once was beauty, once was grace, Grace that with tenderness, with...

...so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life clysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our...Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus...

...so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our...Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus...

...Death ! what seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, She is not dead, — the child of our affection, —...Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus...