The Fear of Death.

Lowly faithful, banish fear,

Right onward drive unharmed;

The port, well worth the cruise, is near,
And every wave is charmed.

EMERSON.

The Fear of Death.

HY shrink from death? Come when he will

W

or may,

The night he brings will bring the risen day.
His call, his touch, I neither seek nor shun;
His power is ended when his work is done.
My shield of Faith no cloud of Death can dim;
Death cannot conquer me. I conquer him.

S. C. HALL.

O fear death is nothing else than to appear to be wise without being so; for it is to appear to know what one does not know. For no one knows but that death is the greatest of all good to man. But men fear it, as if they knew that it is the greatest of evils.

SOCRATES.

NIGHT.

YSTERIOUS night! when our first parent knew
Thee from report divine, and heard thy name,
Did he not tremble for this lovely frame,
This glorious canopy of light and blue?
Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew,
Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame,