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Father, perfect my trust!

Strengthen my feeble faith!

Let me feel as I would when I ftand
On the fhores of the river of Death-

Feel as I would, were my feet
Even now flipping over the brink;
For it may be I'm nearer home,
Nearer now, than I think!

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Bright haze of morning veils its glimmering fhore.

Ah, truly breathed we there

Intoxicating air

Glad were our hearts in that sweet realm of

Nevermore.

The lover there drank her delicious breath

Whose love has yielded fince to change or death; The mother kiffed her child whose days are o'er. Alas! too soon have fled

The irreclaimable dead:

We see them

Nevermore.

· visions strange — amid the

The merry song some maiden used to fing-
The brown, brown hair that once was wont to cling
To temples long clay-cold: to the very core
They ftrike our weary hearts,

As some vexed memory starts

From that long faded land- the realm of
Nevermore.

It is perpetual summer there. But here
Sadly we may remember rivers clear,

And harebells quivering on the meadow-floor.
For brighter bells and bluer,

For tenderer hearts and truer,
People that happy land- the realm of
Nevermore.

Upon the frontier of this fhadowy land
We, pilgrims of eternal sorrow, stand:

What realm lies forward, with its happier ftore
Of forests green and deep,

Of valleys hushed in fleep,

And lakes moft peaceful? 'T is the land of
Evermore.

Very far off its marble cities seem —
Very far off beyond our sensual dream —
Its woods, unruffled by the wild winds' roar:
Yet does the turbulent surge

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They whom we loved and loft so long ago,
Dwell in those cities, far from mortal woe

Haunt those fresh woodlands, whence sweet carollings soar.

Eternal peace have they :

God wipes their tears away:

They drink that river of life which flows for
Evermore.

Thither we haften through these regions dim,
But lo! the wide wings of the Seraphim.
Shine in the sunset! On that joyous fhore
Our lightened hearts fhall know

The life of long ago:

The sorrow-burdened paft fhall fade for

Evermore.

Dublin Univerfity Magazine.

MISCELLANEOUS.

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