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HEAVEN OUR HOME.
“THE GRAVE IS EARTH'S LIMIT; HEAVEN IS OUR HOME."
CLARA HANNAH ELIZABETH.
IF there is anything about us which good hearts will reverence, it is our grief on the loss of those we love. It is a condition in which we seem smitten by a Divine hand, and thus made sacred. It is a grief, too, which greatly enriches the heart, when rightly borne. There may be no rebellion of the will; the sweetest sentiments towards God and our fellow-beings may be deepened, and, still, the desolation caused in the treasured sympathies and hopes of the heart gives a new colour to the entire scene of life. The dear affections which grow out of the consanguinities and connections of life, next to those we owe to God, are the most sacred of our being; and, if the hopes and revelations of a future state did not come to our aid, our grief would be immoderate and inconsolable when these relations are broken by death.
If, dumb too long, the pensive muse hath stay'd,
Grief unaffected suits but ill with art,
In what new region, to the just assign'd-
A seraph virtue, through the ethereal dome
feeling which absorbs and awes,
With a pure