All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.

Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.

The thrall in person may be free in soul

From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent.

Bible reading is an education in itself.

The wind sounds like a silver wire, And from beyond the noon a fire Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher The skies stoop down in their desire; And, isled in sudden seas of light, My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight, Bursts into blossom in his sight.

For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.