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4 Life’s truest emblem; for, when gone, "tis gone 
for ever.” 
LIFE. 


Tell me not in mournful numbers, 


Life is but an empty dream ! 
For the soul is dead that slumbers, 
And things are not what they seem. 
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Lucern. 
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Life is real! Life is earnest! 
And the grave is not its goal; 
Dust thou art, to dust returnest, 
Was not spoken of the sovwl. 


| Henry W. LONGFELLOW. 

Life’s little stage is a small eminence. 
Inch high the grave above, — that home of man, 
Where dwells the multitude: we gaze around, 
We read their monuments: we sigh ; and while 
We sigh, we sink ; and are what we deplored 5 
Lamenting, or lamented, all our lot! 

Youna. 




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