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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." [[line]] "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." [[line]]