...distant lamps. He is not dead, — the child of our 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, He lives, whom we call dead. Day after day we think what he is doing, In those bright realms of air...

...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 affection...our poor protection; And Christ himself doth rule. Day after day, we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air; Year after year, her tender...

...afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benediction.} Assume this dark disguise. She is not dead — the child of our affection ; But...our poor protection And Christ himself doth rule. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her maiden...

...Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. He is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where he no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ Himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness...

...multitude which no man can number. You have, or you should have, great consolation, for you can sing : "He is not dead— the child of our affection, But gone unto that school Where he longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness...

...so is transition ; Tiiis life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life Elysian,2 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,2 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...

...Mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysiau, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead—the child of our affection— But gone unto that school...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...great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angel's led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Day after...

...yoice inspiring joy, not fear, Says, pointing upward, " Know, he is not here." SAMUEL ROGEUS. 695. She is not dead — the child of our affection, But...our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. LONGFELLOW. 696. Immortal spirit, hear and soar ! The angels wave their golden wings. And strike the...