POETRY
... I THE GENTLENESS OF DEATH. Who that can foel the gentleness of Death, Sees not the loveliness of Life? and who, Breathing content his natural joyous breath, Could ftil to feel that Death is Nature, too? Anu, not the alien foe bis fears dictated, A viewless terror, heard but to he hatecl. One died that was beloved of all around And, dyin g, grasped a flower of early spring, To hold beside her ...