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THE DEATH OF THE RIGHTEOUS.

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THE DEATH OF THE RIGHTEOUS.

I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth."-Revelation xiv. 13.

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ESUS saith unto her, Thy brother shall rise again.

God hath both raised up the Lord, and will also raise up

us by His own power. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall habe put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saping that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. death, where is thy sting? O grabe, where is thy bictory ? The sting of death is sin: and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which gibeth us the bictory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Not for that we would be unclothed, but clothed upon, that mortality might be swallowed up of life.

When Christ, who is our life, shall appear, then shall ye also appear with Him in glory.

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Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise.

Cowper
Behold the child, by nature's kindly law

Pope
Between two breaths, what crowded mysteries lie! . O. W. Holmes
But, ever and anon, of griefs subdued

Byron
Cheeks as soft as July peaches

W. C. Bennett .
Come, while the blossoms of the years are brightest W. G. Clark
Daughter, the Book Divine .

Mrs. Sigourney.
Dear Chloe, while the busy crowd

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How poor ! how rich ! how abject! how august. Young
How pure the grace, the gentleness of virtuous age! R. Montgomery
How various his employments whom the world Cowper
Hush ! 'tis a holy hour, the quiet room

Mrs. Hemans

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I fear the shame I must incur, forgetting Howard's

Cowper
I have a son, a little son, a boy just five years old Moultrie .
I heard a thousand blended notes

Wordsworth.
I love to look on a scene like this

N. P. Willis
I mourn no more my vanished years .

Whittier .
If thou dost truly seek to live .

7. G. Lyons.
In all my wanderings round this world of care Goldsmith
Infinite Truth, the life of my desires

Watts.
In the same brook none ever bathed him twice . Young
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free

Wordsworth.
It is not growing like a tree

Ben Jonson
It was an eve of Autumn's holiest mood

Pollok.

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Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears
O happy day, that fixed my choice
Oh! ever loving, lovely and beloved !
Oh! just when Thou shalt please, would I depart
Oh, say not, dream not, heavenly notes
O my coevals! remnants of yourselves !.

Young
Doddridge
Byron
T. R. Taylor
Keble.
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF POETRY.

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Oh! the day is very bright, father, as lovely as the

May
One of this mood I do remember well .
On this side, and on that, men see their friends.
Our lives are rivers, gliding free
Our sighs were numerous, and profuse our tears

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Tell me not in mournful numbers

Longfellow
The baby wept .

Hinds.
The band of Commerce was designed

Convper
The boy stood on the burning deck .

Mrs. Hemans
The day arrives, the moment wished and feared . Rogers
The gales of pleasure haply wast him

Carrington
The glories of our birth and state

Shirley
The lapse of time and rivers is the same

Cowper
The path to bliss abounds with many a snare Cowper
The rose was in rich bloom on Sharon's plain Mrs. Hemans
The seas are quiet when the winds are o'er

Waller
The stately homes of England .

Mrs. Hemans
The wanton troopers, riding by

Marvell
Th’unbusied shepherd stretched beneath the hawthorn Hill
Think'st thou the steed that restless roves .

Mrs. Sigourney.
This is a curl of our poor Splendid's hair .

Gerald Massey
There is an awe in mortal's joy

Keble .
There is a reaper, whose name is Death

Longfellow
They are all gone into a world of light

Vaughan
They knelt them side by side ; the hoary man Mrs. Sigourney.
They tell me thou art come from a far world N. P. Willis
Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not
deplore thee

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