3 Awake, and breathe the air Of the celestial clime! Awake to love which knows no change, Thou who hast done with time! 4 Awake, lift up thine eyes! See, all heaven's host appears! And be thou glad exceedingly,-- Thou, who hast done with tears. 5 Ascend! thou art not now With those of mortal birth; The living God hath touched thy lips, Thou who hast done with earth! 352. S. M. Gaskell. No More! 1 "No more, on earth no more, Shall beam for us that eye; Closed in a strange forgetfulness Forever it must lie. 2 "No more, on earth no more, Shall we behold that face; Within the mournful halls of death Must be its dwelling-place. 3 "No more, on earth no more, Shall those dear lips be heard; Cold silence there hath fixed its seal, Breathed is their latest word." 4 'Tis so fond Nature mourns Affection's broken ties; But Faith stands forth, she points on high, Serenely she replies:-- 5 "No more, in heaven no more, That eye is dim with tears; But bright, and brighter still, the scene Before its view appears. 6 "No more, in heaven no more, That face a shadow bears; But looks of light, born of a bliss Unknown to earth, it wears. 7 "No more, in heaven no more, That voice is faint with pain; It mingles with angelic bands, In their enraptured strain. 8 "No more, in heaven no more, The parting grief is known; But love has all eternity To look through as its own." 353. C. M. Barton. The Dead. 1 The dead are like the stars by day, Withdrawn from mortal eye, Yet holding unperceived their way Through the unclouded sky. 2 By them, through holy hope and love, We feel, in hours serene, Connected with a world above, Immortal and unseen. 8 For death his sacred seal hath set On bright and bygone hours; And they we mourn are with us yet, Are more than ever ours;-- 4 Ours, by the pledge of love and faith, By hopes of heaven on high; By trust, triumphant over death, In immortality. 354. P. M. Anonymous. The Departed. 1 The spirits of the loved and the departed Are with us, and they tell us of the sky, A rest for the bereaved and broken-hearted, A house not made with hands, a home on high; Holy monitions,--a mysterious breath,-- A whisper from the marble halls of death.