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THE FERRY OF DEATH.

THE FERRY OF DEATH.

When

Upbraid not his reluctant moan;

He leaves, to cross the gulf alone.

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Calmly we may our turn abide,

Are shining on the other side.

THE FORGE AND THE SUNSET.

THE FORGE AND THE SUNSET.

The

The smithy flashes free below,

The forge emits a lustier glow.

Earth's passion thus our being fills;

A glimmer o'er death's shadowy hills.

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THE UNDERGROWTH.

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