Memorial Addresses on the Life and Character of Jonathan T. Updegraff (a Represenative from Ohio): Delivered in the House of Representatives and in the Senate, Forty-seventh Congress, Second Session, [February 6th, 1883]

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U.S. Government Printing Office, 1883 - 48 pages
 

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Page 10 - For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind...
Page 19 - The right hand of the Lord is exalted: the right hand of the Lord doeth valiantly, I shall not die but live, and declare the works of the Lord. The Lord hath chastened me sore; but He hath not given me over unto death.
Page 27 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian. Whose portal we call Death.
Page 48 - Compute the chances, And deem there's ne'er a one in dangerous times, Who wins the race of glory, but than him A thousand men more gloriously endowed Have fallen upon the course...
Page 35 - AN honest man here lies at rest As e'er God with His image blest ! The friend of man, the friend of truth ; The friend of age, and guide of youth. Few hearts like his, with virtue warmed, Few heads with knowledge so informed : If there's another world, he lives in bliss ; If there is none, he made the best of this.
Page 22 - You are more alone," they tell us, "Every year; "You can win no new affection, "You have only recollection, "Deeper sorrow and dejection, "Every year." The shores of life are shifting, Every year; And we are seaward drifting, Every year; Old places, changing, fret us, The living more forget us, There are fewer to regret us, Every year. But the truer life draws nigher, Every year; And its...
Page 9 - If we err in human blindness, And forget that we are dust, If we miss the law of kindness, When we struggle to be just, Snowy wings of peace shall cover, All the pain that hides away.
Page 11 - The Soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day. "The SUN is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The SOUL, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE.
Page 28 - Some men make a womanish complaint that it is a great misfortune to die before our time. I would ask what time? Is it that of Nature? But she indeed, has lent us life, as we do a sum of money, only no certain day is fixed for payment. What reason then to complain if she demands it at pleasure, since it was on this condition that you received it.

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