No foe can e'er enter that peaceable land,

Or sickness or sorrow assail.
As I stand on the beach of its bright sunny shore

I may smile at the billows that foam;
The voyage of life and its perils all o'er.
And eternally happy my Home !



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I THINK of thee, when morning dawns
O'er hills and dales, and woods and lawns ;
I think of thee, wtien in the West
The golden Sun retires to rest.
Though nearly eight dark years have fled
Since thou wert numbered with the dead,
A sunset glow of memory
Enkindles at the thovight of thee.
How can I help but think of thee —
These were thy dj-ing words to me,
" Be calm, be calm, there's 07ie above
" Who cares for thee. His name is Love !"

I think of thee enrobed in white,
Companion of the saints in light,
Casting thy star-bespangled crown
Before "the rainbow-cinctured Throne !"

! for one sweet, one golden ray
To cheer me at the close of day;
And ere my spirit takes its flight
At evening-time, " Let there he light."

Though earthly friends become estranged,
Though Fortune's smiles to frowns be changed.
Though dark my path, I know 'tis right,
At evening-time there loill be light.
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Nor shall I, like the wicked, die
And in the grave forgotten lie;
But in one heart that thinks of me,
Be shrined to all eternity.
Celestial fHittistrs.
O TB blest spirits who have winged your flight

From earth's dark scenes to heaven's sublimer sphere,

Who now surround the sapphire throne of light.
For ever freed from anguish, doubt, and fear.
Do ye sometimes, on heavenly mission sent.
