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Article SHE WOULD BE A MASON.* ← Page 3 of 3 Article AT THE LAST. Page 1 of 1
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She Would Be A Mason.*
She saiv him sink in a fiery hole ! She heard him scream , " My soid . ' my soul . ' " While roars of fiendish laughter roll And droAvn the 3 * ells for mercy ! "Blood to drink , " etc ., etc . The ridiculous lA'oman could stand no more ,
She fainted aud fell on the checkered floor , Midst all tho diabolical roar . What then , you ask me , did befall Mehitable Byrde ? AVhy , nothing at all—She dreamed that she'd been in the Mason ' s hall . '
At The Last.
AT THE LAST .
BY JAMES DEBKY BEJfSBE . THERE must be something after all this ivoe ; A sweet fruition from the harrowed past ; Rest some day for this pacing to and fro ; A tender sunbeam and dear flowers at last
There will be something AA'hen these days are done , Something more fair by far than starry nights—A prospect limitless , as one by one Embodied castles crown the airy heights . So cheer up , heart , and for that morrow ivait !
Dream what you Avill , but press toward the dream Let fancy guide dull effort through the gate , And face tho current , would she cross the stream . Then , when that something lies athwart the iray—Coming unsought , as good things seem to do' "Twill prove beneath the flash of setting clay A nobler meed than now would beckon you .
For lifted up by constant , forward strife , Hope will attain so marvellous a hei g ht , There can bo nothing found within this life After this day to form a fitting night . So heaven alone shall ever satisfy
And . God's own light be ever light enough To guide the purified , ennobled eye Toward the smooth AA'hich lies beyond the rough . There will he something when these clouds skim by—A bounteous yielding from the fruitful past ; Sweet peace and vest upon the pathway lie , E'en though but death and flowers at the last .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
She Would Be A Mason.*
She saiv him sink in a fiery hole ! She heard him scream , " My soid . ' my soul . ' " While roars of fiendish laughter roll And droAvn the 3 * ells for mercy ! "Blood to drink , " etc ., etc . The ridiculous lA'oman could stand no more ,
She fainted aud fell on the checkered floor , Midst all tho diabolical roar . What then , you ask me , did befall Mehitable Byrde ? AVhy , nothing at all—She dreamed that she'd been in the Mason ' s hall . '
At The Last.
AT THE LAST .
BY JAMES DEBKY BEJfSBE . THERE must be something after all this ivoe ; A sweet fruition from the harrowed past ; Rest some day for this pacing to and fro ; A tender sunbeam and dear flowers at last
There will be something AA'hen these days are done , Something more fair by far than starry nights—A prospect limitless , as one by one Embodied castles crown the airy heights . So cheer up , heart , and for that morrow ivait !
Dream what you Avill , but press toward the dream Let fancy guide dull effort through the gate , And face tho current , would she cross the stream . Then , when that something lies athwart the iray—Coming unsought , as good things seem to do' "Twill prove beneath the flash of setting clay A nobler meed than now would beckon you .
For lifted up by constant , forward strife , Hope will attain so marvellous a hei g ht , There can bo nothing found within this life After this day to form a fitting night . So heaven alone shall ever satisfy
And . God's own light be ever light enough To guide the purified , ennobled eye Toward the smooth AA'hich lies beyond the rough . There will he something when these clouds skim by—A bounteous yielding from the fruitful past ; Sweet peace and vest upon the pathway lie , E'en though but death and flowers at the last .