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...Weary with the march of life ! They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore — Folded their pale hands so meekly — Spake with us...love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow ami noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle...

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...of so many of the fair and young. " They the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore ; Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more." We present the experiences of those whose ideas of education are in harmony with our own firmly settled...

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...its beauty, its purity, fills the poet's soul, and invokes his most tender strains, when he speaks of the " being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to Jove me, And is now a saint in heaven. " With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine,...

...perished, Weary with the march of life I They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on...More than all things else to love me, And is now a samt in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair...

...perished, Weary with the march of life! They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on...saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Conies that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she...

...the " Footsteps of Angels " — described his feelings in the early days of his widowed solitude. " And with them the being beauteous, Who unto my youth...More than all things else to love me, And is now a sain!. in Heaven. " With a slow and noiseles3 footstep, Comes that messenger divine ; Takes the vacant...