W.G.C.
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YES, WE SHALL MEET AGAIN.
(For the Mirror.)
“The grave is the ordeal of true affection.”
Washington Irving.
Yes, we shall meet again,
When this world’s strife
is over;
And where comes not care or pain,
A brighter land discover.
I will not think, in lasting night,
Earth’s love and friendship
dies;—
It lives again, serenely bright,
In worlds beyond the skies.
I will not think the grave hath power
To dim this heart’s
undying love;—
Oh! may I still, in death’s dark
hour,
Its lasting fondness prove.
Immortal sure some feelings are;—
Oh! not of earth the pure
devotion,
Which lives in one fond earthly care,
And that—pure Friendship’s
soft emotion.
For brightest this wild world appears
When far each selfish care
is driven;
Soft Pity! dry not yet thy tears—
They make dark earth resemble
heaven.
For other’s weal, for other’s
woe,
Let me have smiles and tears
to give;
And all my busy care bestow,
In some fond trusting heart
to live.
And let a voice be murmuring near,
When other sounds are faint
and low.
And whisper softly in my ear.
When Death’s chill dews
are on my ear—
“Yes, we shall meet again,
When this world’s strife
is over;
And, where comes not care or pain,
A better land discover.”
Kirton Lindsey.
ANNE R.
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WHO WAS KATERFELTO?
(To the Editor.)
Perhaps some of your curious readers would oblige me with a little information concerning the personage mentioned in these lines of Cowper:—