So live your life that the fear of death
Can never enter your heart.
Trouble no one about their religion;
Respect others in their view,
And demand that they respect yours.
Love your life, perfect your life,
Beautify all things in your life.
Seek to make your life long and its
Purpose in the service of your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day
When you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or a sign of salute
When meeting or passing a friend,
Even a stranger, when in a lonely place.
Show respect to all people and grovel to none.
When you arise in the morning give thanks
For the food and for the joy of living.
If you see no reason for giving thanks,
The fault lies only in yourself.
Abuse no one and nothing,
For abuse turns the wise ones
To fools and robs the spirit of its vision.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those
Whose hearts are filled with the fear of death,
So that when their time comes
They weep and pray for a little more time
To live their lives over again in a different way.
Sing your death song and die like a hero going home."
Tecumseh -1808 - Sault Ste. Marie
Angels
[Hovering in the higher regions of air, and hearing the immortal part of Faust.]
The spirit-region's noble limb
Hath 'scaled the Archfiend's power;
For we have strength to rescue him
Who labours ev'ry hour.
And if he feels within his breast
A ray of love from heaven.
He's met by all the squadron blest
With welcome gladly given.
The Younger Angels
Yonder roses, from the holy
Hands of penitents so lowly,
Help'd to render us victorious,
And to do the deed all-glorious;
For they gain'd us this soul-treasure.
Evil ones those roses banish'd,
Devils, when we met them, vanish'd.
Spirits felt love's pangs with pleasure,
Where hell's torments used to dwell;
E'en the hoary king of hell
Felt sharp torments through him run.
Shout for joy! the prize is won.
The More Perfect Angels
Strains of mortality
Long have oppress'd us;
Pure could they ever be,
If of asbestos.
If mighty spirit-strength
Elements ever
Knew how to seize at length,
Angels could never
Link'd twofold natures move,
Where single-hearted;
By nought but deathless love
Can they be parted.
The Younger Angels
See where a spirit-race
Bursts on the sight!
Dimly their forms I trace
Round the far height.
Each cloud becometh clear,
While the bright troops appear
Of the blest boys,
From the Earth's burden free,
In a glad company
Drinking in joys,
Born of the world above,
Springtime and bliss.
May they forerunners prove
Of a more perfect love,
Link'd on to this!
The Beautified Children
Thus as a chrysalis
Gladly we gain him,
And as a pledge of bliss
Safely retain him;
When from the shell he's free
Whereby he's tainted,
Perfect and fair he'll be,
Holy and sainted.
Doctor Marinas
(In the highest, purest cell.)
Wide is the prospect here,
Raised is the soul;
Women on high appear,
Seeking their goal.
'Mongat them the radiant one,
Queen of the skies,
In her bright starry crown
Greets my glad eyes.
(With ecstasy.)
Thou who art of earth the queen.
Let me, 'neath the blue
Heav'nly canopy serene
Thy sweet mystery view!
Grant the gentle solemn force
Which the breast can move.
And direct our onward course
Tow'rd thy perfect love.
Dauntless let our courage be,
At thy bright behest;
Mild our ardour suddenly,
When thou bidd'st us rest.
Virgin, type of holiness,
Mother, honour-crown'd,
Thou whom we as queen confess,
Godlike and renowned.
Round her, in gentle play,
Light clouds are stealing;
Penitents fair are they,
Who, humbly kneeling,
Sip in the ether sweet,
As they for grace entreat.
Thou, who art from passions free,
Kindly art inclin'd,
When the sons of frailty
Seek thee, meek in mind.
Borne by weakness' stream along,
Hard it is to save them;
Who can burst lust's chains so strong,
That, alas, enslave them?
O how soon the foot may slip,
When the smooth ground pressing!
O, how false are eye and lip,
False a breath caressing!
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