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And knew the light within my breast,

Though wavering oftentimes and dim, The power, the will, that never rest,

And cannot die, were all from him.
Dear child! I know that thou wilt grieve,
To see me taken from thy love,
Wilt seek my grave at Sabbath eve,
And weep and scatter flowers above.

Thy little heart will soon be healed,
And being shall be bliss, till thou
To younger forms of life must yield,
The place thou fill'st with beauty now.

When we descend to dust again,
Where will the final dwelling be,
Of Thought and all its memories then,
My love for thee, and thine for me?

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A PRESENTIMENT.

"Он father, let us hence - for hark,

A fearful murmur shakes the air;
The clouds are coming swift and dark ;-
What horrid shapes they wear!

A winged giant sails the sky;

Oh father, father, let us fly!"

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Hush, child; it is a grateful sound,

That beating of the summer shower —

Here, where the boughs hang close around,
We'll pass a pleasant hour,

Till the fresh wind, that brings the rain,
Has swept the broad heaven clear again.

"Nay, father, let us haste- for see,
That horrid thing with horned brow
His wings o'erhang this very tree,

He scowls upon us now;
His huge black arm is lifted high;
O father, father, let us fly!"

"Hush, child; " but, as the father spoke,

Downward the livid firebolt came,

Close to his ear the thunder broke,

And, blasted by the flame,

The child lay dead; while, dark and still, Swept the grim cloud along the hill.

THE FUTURE LIFE.

How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps
The disembodied spirits of the dead,

When all of thee that time could wither sleeps
And perishes among the dust we tread?

For I shall feel the sting of ceaseless pain
If there I meet thy gentle presence not;
Nor hear the voice I love, nor read again
In thy serenest eyes the tender thought.

Will not thy own meek heart demand me there? That heart whose fondest throbs to me were

given?

My name on earth was ever in thy prayer,

Shall it be banished from thy tongue in heaven?

In meadows fanned by heaven's life-breathing wind,

In the resplendence of that glorious sphere, And larger movements of the unfettered mind,

Wilt thou forget the love that joined us here?

The love that lived through all the stormy past,
And meekly with my harsher nature bore,

And deeper grew, and tenderer to the last,
Shall it expire with life, and be no more?

A happier lot than mine, and larger light,
Await thee there; for thou hast bowed thy will
In cheerful homage to the rule of right,

And lovest all, and renderest good for ill.

For me, the sordid cares in which I dwell,
Shrink and consume my heart, as heat the scroll;
And wrath hath left its scar that fire of hell

Has left its frightful scar upon my soul.

Yet, though thou wear'st the glory of the sky,

Wilt thou not keep the same beloved name, The same fair thoughtful brow, and gentle eye, Lovelier in heaven's sweet climate, yet the same?

Shalt thou not teach me, in that calmer home,
The wisdom that I learned so ill in this-
The wisdom which is love- till I become
Thy fit companion in that land of bliss?

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