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The Spirit of Mortal

The leaves of the oak, and the willow shall fade,
Be scattered around, and together be laid;
As the young and the old, the low and the high,
Shall crumble to dust and together shall lie.

The infant a mother attended and loved,
The mother that infant's affection who proved,
The father that mother and infant who blest,-
Each, all, are away to that dwelling of rest.

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The maid on whose brow, on whose cheek, in whose eye,
Shone beauty and pleasure, her triumphs are by;
And alike from the minds of the living erased

Are the memories of mortals who loved her and praised.

The head of the king, that the sceptre hath borne; The brow of the priest, that the mitre hath worn; The eye of the sage, and the heart of the brave,Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave.

The peasant, whose lot was to sow and to reap;
The herdsman, who climbed with his goats up the steep;
The beggar, who wandered in search of his bread,-
Have faded away like the grass that we tread.

So the multitude goes, like the flower or weed,
That withers away to let others succeed;
So the multitude comes, even those we behold,
To repeat every tale that has often been told.

For we are the same that our fathers have been;
We see the same sights that our fathers have seen;
We drink the same stream, and we feel the same sun,
And run the same course that our fathers have run.

The thoughts we are thinking our fathers did think;
From the death we are shrinking our fathers did shrink;
To the life we are clinging our fathers did cling,
But it speeds from us all like the bird on the wing.

They loved, but the story we cannot unfold;

They scorned, but the heart of the haughty is cold; They grieved-but no wail from their slumber will

come;

They joyed-but the tongue of their gladness is dumb.

They died,-ah! they died;-we, things that are now,
That walk on the turf that lies over their brow,
And make in their dwelling a transient abode,
Meet the things that they met on their pilgrimage road.

Yea, hope and despondency, pleasure and pain,
Are mingled together in sunshine and rain:

And the smile and the tear, and the song and the dirge,
Still follow each other like surge upon surge.

'Tis the wink of an eye; 'tis the draught of a breath From the blossom of health to the paleness of death, From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud; O, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?

William Knox.

OW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP,

Now

I PRAY THEE, LORD, MY SOUL TO KEEP;

IF I SHOULD DIE BEFORE I WAKE,

I PRAY THEE, LORD, MY SOUL TO TAKE. AND THIS I ASK FOR JESUS' SAKE. AMEN.

GENERAL INDEX

Abou Ben Adhem, 126.

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe
increase), 126.

Abroad in the meadows to see
the young lambs, 60.
ADDISON, JOSEPH, 235.
Ahab Mohammed, 279.

Ah, Mary, my Mary, why,
where is your Dolly? 22.
AIKIN, LUCY, 86.
Allen-a-Dale, 191.

Allen-a-Dale has no fagot for
burning, 191.

ALLINGHAM, WILLIAM, 46, 63.
America, 178.

American Flag, The, 237.
Among the beautiful pictures,
167.

And wherefore do the poor com-
plain? 162.

And where's the land of Used-to-
be, does little baby wonder?
70.

ANONYMOUS, 2, 7, 11, 13, 34, 37,
185-188.

Armada, The, 241.

As Joseph was a-walking, 92.
Aspirations of Youth, 143.
As Slow our Ship, 193.

As slow our ship her foamy
track, 193.

Assyrian came down like a wolf

on the fold, The, 127.

At evening when the lamp is
lit, 27.

At midnight, in his guarded
tent, 248.

Attend, all ye who list to hear

our noble England's praise;
241.

Auld Lang Syne, 173.

"AUNT EFFIE"-Ann Hawk-
shaw, 27.

Baby, baby, lay your head,
28.

Baby May, 88.

Banks o' Doon, The, 232.
BARING-GOULD, S., 75.
Bathing, 227.

Battle-Hymn of the Republic,
186.

Battle of Blenheim, The, 129.
Bells, The, (Poe), 283.
Bells, The, 158, (Tennyson).
BENNETT, WILLIAM COX, 89.
Big and Little Things, 67.
Birds, 87.

Birds are singing round my
window, 87.

Bivouac of the Dead, The, 300.
BLAKE, WILLIAM, 169.

Blind Highland Boy, The, 145.
Blue and the Gray, The, 239.
BOKER, GEORGE H., 253.
Boy's Song, A, 114.

Boy stood on the burning deck,
The, 100.

Boy and the Skylark, The, 111.
Break, Break, Break, 204.
Break, break, break, 204.
Breaking waves dashed high,
The, 195.

BREWER, EBENEZER COBHAM,
33.
Brook, The, 140.

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