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Show TWO SONCS. I. nrat-rv and thi'th, I died f r beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tuuh. When one who died tor truth was laid In an a Ijoinlng room. He riuastlnni'd softly why I failed?, 'For beauty." 1 ivpliel. "And I for truth; the two are one; We brethren lire," he sighed. And so. ns kinsmen meet at night, We talked between the rooms. Unt'.l tho moss had reached our lips. And covered up our tombs. If. A KEIIVI' OF KONO. Some keep te Sabbath troliii? to church; I keep It staylim at home. With a bobol uu f.r a chorister And an orcha it for a dome. Some keep the Sabbaih lu surplice; 1 3ut wear my wmi;s. And. Insli a luf tollluKtha bell for church, Our little sexton sliign. God preaches, a noted clergyman, And lh" sermon Is never lo'ii;; So Instead of Koine t heaven at last, I'm KolnK all alone. -Emily Dickinson. |