I quite forgot that Death could come to revel in our bowers.
But now, I’m oh so lonely! my “household gods” are gone,
And though my path’s a dreary one, I still must journey on.
Yet Faith steps forth and whispers—Time flies, look up and see,
For in his wake swift follows on a blessed eternity.
THE BROTHER’S TEMPTATION.
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BY SYBIL SUTHERLAND.
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