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Religion

"assists us to view [[next word underlined]] death, as no more than a temporary exile from our friends.  They whom we have loved, still live, though not present to us.  They are only removed into a different mansion in the house of the common Father.  The toils of their pilgrimage are finished; and they are gone to the land of rest and peace - they are gone from this dark and troubled world to join the great assembly of the just; and to dwell in the midst of everlasting light.  In due time we hope to be associated with them in these blissful habitations.  Until this season of re-union arrives, no principle of religion discourages our holding correspondence of affection with them by means of faith and hope."
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"When the cold sleep of death shall envelope the day,
And the damps of the grave dew this brow;
When the smile blooms no longer, and far, far away
Flies the spirit that lightens it now:

I ask not the trophies of grandeur to shrine
The dust that with dust fain would blend;
I ask not for rays - be the Cenotaph mine,
The remembrance - the tears of a FRIEND."
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