LOVE AND DEATH.
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The young and the aged were chilled by the breath,Or struck by the darts, of this grim monster Death;And eyes that once beamed with the radiance caughtFrom holy fires kindled by heaven-born thought,Lost all of their brightness, and told nevermoreOf visions that gleamed on the spirit before.But Death only strengthened the bright links of Love,To pure ones on earth binding pure ones above. At last 'mong those mountains and beautiful valesThere floated those sweet tones once more on the gales,And "Peace to the mountains, and peace to the vales,"Told Love was triumphant o'er all woe at last,And stronger than Death on the midnight's fierce blast.Those beings long dwelt 'mong those mountains and vales,Where floated those tones on the soft morning gales,United by beautiful links of a loveLike that of the angels and seraphs above,
