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VI.

The stimulus, beyond the grave
His countenance to see,
Supports me like imperial drams
Afforded royally.

VII.

Given in marriage unto thee,
Oh, thou celestial host!
Bride of the Father and the Son,
Bride of the Holy Ghost!

Other betrothal shall dissolve,
Wedlock of will decay;
Only the keeper of this seal
Conquers mortality.

VIII.

That such have died enables us
The tranquiller to die;
That such have lived, certificate
For immortality.

They won't frown always, — some sweet day
When I forget to tease,
They'll recollect how cold I looked,
And how I just said 'please.'

Then they will hasten to the door
To call the little child,
Who cannot thank them, for the ice
That on her lisping piled.