...And stars to set — but all, Thon hast all seasons for thine own, 0 death ! MRS. HEMANS. |pj BATH'S but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to God. PARNELL. tl IS power extends o'er all things that have breath ; >PA cruel tyrant, and his name is Death....

...draw, my strings. Fools ! if you less provoke 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 pendant cypress,...

...dread, my stings. Fools ! if you less provok'd 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,...

...And every joy that dies, Tell us to seek a purer rest, And trust to holier ties. Montgomery, DEATH'S but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to God. Parncll. WHEN you go to the brink of the waters that you are about to cross, hold up the cross, and...

...called me to be a professor of Thee even unto death." To tens of thousands of God's people death is " A port of calms, a state of ease, From the rough rage of swelling seas." " There the prisoners rest together ; they hear not the voice of the oppressor." But many in that hour...

...Carpenter. We can succeed only when we work in harmony with God's providences. — Bishop Simpson. Death's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to God. — Parnell. What matter though the scorn of fools be given, If the path followed leads us on to heaven...

...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...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...

...dread, my stings. Fools ! if you less provok'd your fears, No more my spectre form appears. Death's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever' pass to God. * * * * # ' Why then thy flowing sable stoles, Deep pendant cypress, mourning poles, Loose scarfs to...

...ceased from tears, And a voice to his replieth Which he hath not heard for years. MRS. NORTON. Death's but a path that must be trod If man would ever pass to God. PARNELL. The marble tombs that rise on high, Whose dead in vaulted arches lie ; These, all the poor...

...seek preparation for that departure which sooner or later all must take. All must die, and " Death's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to God." Although the deceased never sought public position, but was content to pursue the duties of his profession,...