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...Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapours Amid these earthly damps ; What seem to us but sad funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no death 1 What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose...

...Assume this dark disguise. " We see but dimly through the mists and vapors, Amid these earthly damps ; What seem to us but sad funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps." " Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness' sake : for theirs is the kingdom of heaven....

...these words, the soul of De Lorme St. Luke escaped from its two-fold prison. CHAPTER XII. " There is DO death. What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath, Is but a suburb of the life clysian, Whose portals we call death." The chill frosts of a heavy sorrow gathered...

...Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapours ; Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's...is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection,...

...Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapours ; Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad. funereal tapers, May be heaven's...is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection,...

...dinsty through the mists and vapors Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad funereal taoers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death !...is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, the child of our affection,...

...through the mists and vapours ; Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection,—...

...as she felt that its Lord, for they rest from their labors and their works do follow them." " There is no death ! what seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath IB but a subuib ot the Life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. In that great cloister'* stillness...

...IN GREENLAND.— No. XL ' We see but dimly through the mists and vapours, Amid these earthly damps ; What seem to us but sad funereal tapers, May be Heaven's distant lamps." LONGFELLOW. TILL tjiis moment, cold, icebound Greenland had always been a home for Egede, in spite...