With the bright freight washed from life's stormy shore ; 0 goodly clime, how lovely is thy strand, With those dear faces seen on earth no more ! The veil between this world and that to come Grows tremulous and quivers with their breath ; Dimly we hear... Old Andover Days: Memories of a Puritan Childhood - Page 125 by Sarah Stuart Robbins - 1908 - 188 pages Full view -
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