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How Strange That Nature Does Not Knock, And Yet Does Not Intrude!

Does Not Eternity Appear Dreadful To You. I Often Get To Thinking Of It And It Seems So Dark To Me That I Almost Wish There Was No Eternity. To Think That We Must Forever Live And Never Cease To Be. It Seems As If Death Would Be A Relief To So Endless A State Of Existence.

My Life Had Stood - A Loaded Gun - In Corners - Till A Day The Owner Passed - Identified - And Carried Me Away -

Such Is The Force Of Happiness-- The Least Can Lift A Ton Assisted By Its Stimulus.

A Dominie In Gray-- Put Gently Up The Evening Bars-- And Led The Flock Away