...part of man—and on his lines we Kew Church people especially prefer to dwell —viz.:— " There is no death! what seems so is transition; This life...of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call death." Finally, let us be careful not to suppress, or ridicule, even unintentionally, but rather encourage,...

...longer than God has some work to do either by him or upon him ? M. Henry. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. THERE is a reaper, whose name is Death, And, with...grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. " Shall I have nought that is fair," saith he, " Have nought but the bearded grain ! Though the breath...

...strange thoughts, to dream of Oscar Temple lying dead as I had seen him but a few short months ago. " There is a reaper, whose name is Death, And with his...grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between." PARAPHRASED FROM THE ITALIAN. Love on thy forehead sits, as on a throne, Beams in thine eyes, and warbles...

...discover the art of preserving health. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. BY HENHT WORDSWORTH LONGFELLOW. THERE is a reaper, whose name is Death, And with his...grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. " Shall I have naught that is fair to see, Have naught but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of...

...any fate ; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with...grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. Shall I have nought that is fair, saith he : Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath...

...in the dark. What myateriM do He beyond thy du*t, Could we outlook that mark !' HKHRT ViUGHiN. THEBE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And with his sickle...grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. ' Shall 1 have nought that is fair,' saith he : ' Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath...

...mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could we outlook that mark." — Vaughan. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. There is a Reaper, whose name is death, And with his...grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. " Shall I have nought that is fair," saith he: " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath...

...of death may pass over any of us this very night, and may change our countenances and send us away. There is a reaper whose name is Death, And with his...grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. ' Shall I have nought that is fair ? ' said he, ' Have nought but the bearded grain ? Tho' the breath...

...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...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 needs...

...there. He dared not steal The signet-ring of heaven. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with...grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. " Shall I have nought that is fair ?" saith he ; " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath...