...they dread my stings. Fools ! if you less provoked your fears, No more my spectre form appean. Death's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass...swelling seas." Why then thy flowing sable stoles, Deep pendent cypress, mourning poles, Loose scarfs to fall athwart thy weeds, Long palls, drawn hearses,...

...draw, my strings. Fools ! if you less provoked your fears, No more my spectre form appears. Death 's to ease From the rough rage of swelling seat. Why then thy flowing sable stoles, Deep pendant cypress,...

...ground!) It sends a peal of hollow groans. Thus speaking from among the bones. A port of calms, a state lo s, @ 4 stiblo stoles, Deep pendent cypress, mourning poles, Loose scaris to fall athwart thy weeds, Long palls,...

...rest. For the joy he sets before thee, Bear a momentary pain; DEATH THE PASSAGE TO IMMORTALITY. DEATH'S but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass...state of ease, From the rough rage of swelling seas. As men who long in prison dwell, With lamps that glimmer round the cell, "Whene'er their suffering...

...draw my strings ; Fools, if you less provoked your fears, No more my spectre form appears ; Death's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to God : A port of calms, a state to ease From the rough rage of swelling seas." Why then thy flowing sable stoles, Deep pendent cypress,...

...sends a peal of hollow groans, Thus speaking from among the bones. PARNELL. A port of calms, a suite to too high, Such Ovid's nose, and, " Sir! you have an eye !" Go on, obliging creature pendent cypress, mourning poles, Loose scarfs to fall athwart thy weeds, Long palU, drawn hearses,...

...draw, my strings. Fools! if you less provok'd your fears, No more my spectre-form appears. Death's ; PARNELL. A port of calms, a state to ease From the rough rage of swelling seas." Why then thy flowing...

...Then, oh, be wise, to-morrow's sun May shine upon your grave. DEATH THE PATH TO IMMORTALITY. DEATH'S but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass...state of ease, From the rough rage of swelling seas. As men who long in prison dwell, With lamps that glimmer round the cell, Whene'er their suffering years...

...triumph, man ; for this alone Is cause for an exulting tone. JONES. DEATH THE PATH TO HEAVEN. DEATH is a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to...state of ease From the rough rage of swelling seas. As men who long in prison dwell, With lamps that glimmer round the cell, Whene'er their suffering years...

...hymn to be read to him, the following was selected— Death is a path that must be trod, If saints would ever pass to God, A port of calms, a state of ease, From the rough rage of swelling seas : An open door to endless bliss, To the bless'd heaven where Jesus is. As men who long in prison dwell,...