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Cypress. 
‘ The mournful cypress rises round. 
Tapering from the burial ground.” 
Lucan. 
DEATH. 
Be not afraid; 
’T is but a pang, and then a thrill, 
A fever fit, and then a chill. 
And then an end of human iU, 
Eor thou art dead. 
The chamber where the good man meets his fate 
Is privileged beyond the common walk 
Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven. 
Young. 
Death, — ^ 
The portal, opening into Paradise ; 
Where grace, that in the hud was here below, 
Into the^oioer of glory straight shall blow. 
Think, mother! while sweet tears are shed. 
How blessed are the early dead! 
W. B. Tappan. 
