...Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us but dim funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no death. What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath b but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portals we call Death. She is not dead — the child of our...

...these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, Hay be Heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer...

...these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May bo heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer...

...these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no death ! What seems so is transition ; This life...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer...

...damps ; What seem to us but sad funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no death 1 What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal...suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call death. — LONGFELLOW. THE next four years brought many cares and trials to Mary Grove. Her first sorrow was...

...Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funeral tapers May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life...breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portals wo call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school...

...these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! What seems 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 affection, — Bnt gone...

...these words, the soul of De Lorme St. Luke escaped from its two-fold prison. CHAPTER XII. " There is DO death. What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath, Is but a suburb of the life clysian, Whose portals we call death." The chill frosts of a heavy sorrow gathered deep and cold o'er...

...these earthly damps ; What seems to us but sad funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but the suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death." And, yet, knowing as we do that death...

...found in his place, ever ready, the Blessed Watchman. CHAPTER XIV. THE HOLY AND HAPPY DEAD. " There is no death : what seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is like a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call Death. " She is not dead, — the child of...