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Of morning sang together, sound forth still 
The song of our great immortality! 
Thick, clustering orbs, and this our fair domain, 
The tall dark mountains, and the deep-toned seas, 
Join in this solemn, universal song. 
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The dying hear it; and, as sounds of earth 
Grow dull and distant, wake their passing souls, 
To mingle in this heavenly harmony. 
—Richard H. Dana. 
The frequent recollection that our souls are immortal will make us 
prize them more and more, and cause us to use our every effort to gain 
for them that endless Bliss to which they have been destined and to which 
they will thereby certainly attain, long before their happpy reunion with 
our bodies, in the General Resurrection. 
/^ly^ura. 
The Sweet Alyssum has pretty little white flowers, useful in making 
up all kinds of small bouquets. 
The Alyssum saxatile compadum is a free-growing perennial, of 
compact habit, and small, golden yellow flowers. Its popular name is 
Gold-Dust. 
Woith Before Beauty. 
“Charms strike the sight, but Merit wins the soul.” 
— Pope. 
B EAUTY may exercise a powerful attraction at first, but it is soon 
found to be of comparatively little consequence. Mot that beauty 
of person is to be underestimated, for, other things being equal, hand- 
