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But calmly drinks the cup of mortal woe,

And finds that peace the world cannot bestow;

That promised joy which brightens all beneath,

And smooths his pillow on the bed of death;

That perfect love which casteth out all fear,

And wafts his spirit to a happier sphere!—

Fame is a dream—the praise of man as brief

As morning dew upon the folded leaf;

The summer sun exhales the pearly tear,

And leaves no trace of its existence there.

Seek not for immortality below,

But fix your hopes beyond this vale of woe,

That when oblivion gathers round thy sod,

A lasting record may be found with God!—

[Pg 37]

[Pg 37]

THE DELUGE.

Visions of the years gone by

Flash upon my mental eye;

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