arless; and the lamp burnt dimly andfaintly in a chamber where a little childwas dying. His clasped hands rested onhis bosom, and his little lips moved .instill prayer. The long night passed away,and the golden beams of morning burstin at the casement and rested on the pil-low of the dying child;… … THE DYISG CHILD.Page 112; HE NEV, rOHK P^^BUC LIBRARY 113 holy gates are open for me ! And so his spirit passed Hke a dove freed from its prison-house; and in that pure morning he went away, beyond the bright sun, to tliat happy country whose gates are not shut at all by day, and where there is no…
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