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or color. 
A plant, whose flowers dry without losing their form 
“O’er life’s narrow verge 
Look down—on what ? 
A fathomless abyss! 
A dread Eternity!” 
Everlasting. 
Eternity. 
— E. Young. 
© AI1STT TERESA built a hermitage in her uncle’s garden, and sought 
" to flee from every sound and sight; and when asked why she desired 
to dwell in solitude, answered the one word, “Eternity.” 
I must live through all Eternity. 
All that God has made is very beautiful, it is true; the sounds that 
fill the air, the sights that chain the eye, the affections that seize the heart, 
are sweet indeed; but they are passing, and the soul lives on forever ! 
You see the flash of the meteor, it is gone before you can say to your 
companion, “Look there!” A cloud-shadow darkens the plain, and it lies 
black, on the mountain beyond, ere you have done saying, “How sombre!” 
So pass the joys and sorrows of this life in the flesh ! 
Youth, full of hope and fire, is gone ere the heart knows what it 
hopes, or why it is warm. Manhood fades away ere the soul has set itself 
to begin the struggle of life; and old age freezes in death, while trying to 
lie down to a little repose. “The figure of this worldall that appears to 
the eye, and ear, and touch, and taste, “passeth away,” swift as the north 
wind over the prairie—and eternal life remains. 
You and I must live on in this same individuality that each of us 
calls I, forever and ever. All other thoughts are of little weight in com¬ 
parison with this. We must live on, thinking, remembering, hating, lov¬ 
ing, enjoying, or suffering, as eagerly as now, forever more. 
