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Father, perfect my trust!

Strengthen my feeble faith!
Let me feel as I would when I stand

On the shores of the river of Death

Feel as I would, were my feet

Even now flipping over the brink;
For it may be I 'm nearer home,
Nearer now, than I think!

Mr. Carey.



IWO worlds there are.

To one

our eyes we strain, Whose magic joys we shall not see again : Bright haze of morning veils its glimmering shore.

Ah, truly breathed we there

Intoxicating air-
Glad were our hearts in that sweet realm of


The lover there drank her delicious breath
Whose love has yielded since to change or death ;
The mother kissed her child whose days are o'er.

Alas! tou soon have Aed

The irreclaimable dead :
We see them — visions strange - amid the


The merry song some maiden used to sing –
The brown, brown hair that once was wont to cling
To temples long clay-cold : to the very core

They strike our weary hearts,
As some vexed

memory starts
From that long faded land - the realm of


It is perpetual summer there. But here
Sadly we may remember rivers clear,
And harebells quivering on the meadow-floor.

For brighter bells and bluer,

For tenderer hearts and truer, People that happy land — the realm of


Upon the frontier of this shadowy land
We, pilgrims of eternal sorrow, stand:
What realm lies forward, with its happier store

Of forests green and deep,

Of valleys hushed in sleep,
And lakes moft peaceful ? 'T is the land of


Very far off its marble cities seem
Very far off - beyond our sensual dream —
Its woods, unruffled by the wild winds' roar :

Yet does the turbulent surge

Howl on its very verge. One moment

and we breathe within the Evermore.

They whom we loved and lost so long ago,
Dwell in those cities, far from mortal woe —
Haunt those fresh woodlands, whence sweet carol-

lings soar.
Eternal peace have they :

God wipes their tears away :
They drink that river of life which flows for


Thither we haften through these regions dim,
But lo! the wide wings of the Seraphim
Shine in the sunset! On that joyous shore

Our lightened hearts shall know

The life of long ago :
The sorrow-burdened past shall fade for

Dublin University Magazine.

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