There is no Death.
There is no death ! The stars go down To rise upon some fairer shore; And bright in heaven’s jewelled crown They shine for evermore. There is no death ! The dust we tread Shall change beneath the summer showers To golden grain, or mellow fruit, Or rainbow tinted flowers. There is no death ! An angel form Walks o’er the earth with silent tread j He boars our best beloved away, And then we call them dead. Ah ! ever near us, though unseen, The dear immortal spirits tread. For all the boundless universe Is life ! there is no death! —Sir E. Buhver-Lytton.
So take joy home And make a place in thy great heart for her And give her time to grow and cherish her Then will she come and oft will sing to the* When thou art working in the furrows ; ay Or weeding in the sacred hours of dawn. It is a comely fashion to lx* glad Joy is the grace we say to God. —Jean Inqelntr.
This is the gospel of lal>our— King it ye bells of the kirk ! The Lord of Love came down from above To live with the men who work. This is the rose He planted, Here in the thorn cursed soil; Heaven is blessed with perfect rest But the blessing of earth u toil! llenrxi ran !)</
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White Ribbon, Volume 10, Issue 115, 15 February 1905, Page 5
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