/" STANZAS.
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6 Fiowers-which come and pass away.
Too bright, too lovely long to stay,
Deep powers within your beauty lie
Tell me what il. is to die.
" Wind SO soft, with gentle breath
Scarcely moving the bright leaf;
Strong wind, rushing wildly by
Tell me what it is to die.
Bird, that mak'st the forest ring
With thy joyous caroling,


Tarry, ere thou soarest high,
And warble what it is to die.
g Ocean, strong and mighty One
Tell me, with thy mystic tone,
AS thou widely sweep'st the Shore.
What it is to be no more.
g For beneath thy sparkling waves,
Sheltered in thy coral. caves,
In dreamless slumber lie


Those who've felt what tits to die.
" Nature-thou hast many tone,
Thou hast language all thine own;
Deep within thee voices lie,


Let them tell what tits to die
6 Alas from these there come no breath :
They have no power to speak of Death :
Though they wake within the soul
Feelings strong beyond control.
".But thou something, hidden word
Spirit -soul-thy voice I've heard
And it murmured thus; To die
Is to unveil Eternity J" ELLEN.
Fredonia,