EAR friend, far off, my lost desire, O, loved the most when most I feel Known and unknown, human, divine. TENNYSON. THE DEAD STILL LIVE IN THOSE LEFT BEHIND. OUT is he dead whose glorious mind BUT Lifts thine on high? To live in hearts we leave behind Is not to die. HOSE we love truly never die, Though year by year the sad memorial wreath, A ring and flowers, types of love and death, Are laid upon their graves, From death the pure life saves, And life all pure is love, and can reach From heaven to earth, and nobler lessons teach Than those by mortal read. JOHN BOYLE O'Reilly. REEN be the turf above thee, None knew thee but to love thee, FITZ GREENE HALLECK. Tributes. Honor to those whose words and deeds Have help'd us in our daily needs, And by their overflow Raised us from what is low. LONGFELLOW. UNIVERSALIST, HISTORICAL LIBRARY CRANE THEOLOGICAL SCHOOL TUFTS UNIVERSITY MEDFORD 55, MASSACHUSETTS Tributes. HE memorial of virtue is immortal, Because it is known with God and with man, When it is present mankind take example of it, And when it is gone they desire it. It weareth a crown, and triumpheth forever; Having gotten the victory, striving for undefiled rewards. The righteous shall be in everlasting remembrance. But their name liveth forevermore. The people will tell of their wisdom, And the congregation will show forth their praise. THE BOOK OF WISDOM, APOCRYPHA. ด IN MEMORY OF J. T. F. NTIL we meet again. That is the meaning At parting in the street. Ah yes, till then! but when death intervening The friends who leave us do not feel the sorrow Lamenting day by day. |