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...Well, he surely does look better :" but ah ! our heavenly Father's thoughts and ways are not as ours. "Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! death."...

...And the world calls us forth — and thou art there ! Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath ihc shadow of the elm to rest; Thou art where foe meets...crest. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to witherat the North-wind's brealh, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own,...

...addressed include the whole adult (crated) population of these commercial realms ! Z. THE HOUR OF DEATH. LEAVES have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the North-wind'« breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh, Death...

...dawn began death's dread progress, and the harvest of this Great Reaper extends over all the year. " Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither, at the north wind's breath, And stara to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death !"...

...decay, And smile at thee—but thou art not of those That wait the ripen'd bloom to seize their prey. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's hreath, And stars to set—but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh! Death. We know when moons...

...power, A time for softer tears — but all are thine. We know when moons shall wane, When summer birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall...have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death ! MRS,...

...melts upon the air ; Thou art around us in our peaceful home, And the world calls us forth—andthou art there; Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath...to wither at the North-wind's breath, And stars to set—but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O, Death! REV. W. LISLE BOWLES. REDEMPTION. TOES...

...friend Beneath the shadow ofthe elm to rest Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skios, and swords beat down the princely crest. Leaves have their time to fall, And flow'rs to wither at the north winds breath— And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons...

...decay, And smile at thee — but thou art not of those That wait the ripen'd bloom to seize their prey. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind';! breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death....