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Show j LIFE AND DEATH . " ft'Lat is Iif , father?" "A bltU, my child, 'WbTH tho stro::r st lanco may fn.il. Where taa w-iricit eyes may bo be-Ruiled, be-Ruiled, And thts stpiitfst h(;urt tay quail; WliL-re i-ji't aro ptttboroii on every hand, And Tal not, day nor nijf'at. And tbo fLwblu little ones niustsUud in the thickest of tho tight." "Wl-atis De-.lh, father?'' "Tha rest, my ohiid. W han t' e strife aud toil are o'er; Thi Aiiffal ol'U-d, wu, culm and mild, iS'iiye t) ii"cd Cht no ni-ire. Wli drivt-th awi-.y tbo doxon band, bids tho din of batt'o caao; Tnkos tho banner and speAr from the failing hand, And rocltitns an eternal peace. " "Lit me di-i futhar ! I trL-mbl and fear To yitild in Unit tarrible ttrife," "Thocrowo nm-t be won for lieayon, denr, In the b.itle tield of Lire. M child, tbo' thy foes aro ttrony and trioil, Ilolovclb the weak ond small, The angels of heaven am on thy sido, And God .3 over all. |
