...must. Alas for him who never sees The stars ahine through his cypress trees ; Who hath not learned in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That life is ever Lord of death, THE DROWNED AT SEA. Never bronze or «lab of stone May their sepulchre denote; O'er their burial-place...

...away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play ; Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth, to flesh and sense unknown,...ever lord of death, And love can never lose its own. Whittier. LIKE snow that falls where waters glide, Earth's pleasures fade away ; They melt in time's...

...to sec the breaking day — Across the mournful marbles play Who hath not learned in hours of faith, That Life is ever Lord of Death, . And Love can never lose its own !" — From "Snowboiiml." Who wrote "Snowbound?" Why was he called о Quaker poet ? What is the story...

...suffering, still ever is pressing on with tuneful courage. Hear him singing, " Who harh not learned in hours of faith The truth, to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love f^" never lose its own ? " Named among the valiant, yet more sad than heroic, was poor Heine on his...

...will dwell with you. POEMS MRS. MARY JONES CLARKE, INTRODUCTORY SKETCH. ' WlIO HATH NOT LEARNED, IN HOURS OF FAITH, THE TRUTH TO FLESH AND SENSE UNKNOWN,...EVER LORD OF DEATH, AND LOVE CAN NEVER LOSE ITS OWN?" — Whillier. PREFACE. THE annexed sketch of the life and character of Mrs. Clarke is substantially...

...away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play ! Who hath not learned in hour of faith The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That...ever Lord of death And Love can never lose its own. SEBASTIAN GOMEZ, OB MUEILLO'S MULATTO. The sun had but just risen, and all Seville was buried in sleep,...

...That somehow, somewhere, meet we must ; " and adds, with an " alas I " for him who believes it not — "That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own." s or SBTINTT YEARS. By Mrs. John Farrar. 12mo. 331 pp. The lady author of this spicy book, having a...

...being there are made to do and say what we might suppose they would in the time and circumstances : " We sped the time with stories old, Wrought puzzles out, and riddles told." The father tells of trapping and hunting and fishing and sailing ; of life in the wild woods and Indian...

...and he sees the life beneath the monotonous and obscuring snow wreath : — Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown,...ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own ! There is rich felicity of description in these easy happy verses ; they flow is freely ae a river...

...away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown,...ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own 1 ANALYSIS OF SELECTION V. Is this selection prose, or poetry? How do they differ from each other ?...