164 HE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE.

be when she should once more look upon them
within the golden gates—pictures too of a glory
to be revealed there, compared to which earthly
glories are poor shadows ; and she bade the bird
sing on, for, said she, “ More is given even now
than is taken away.”

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In another dwelling sat an aged servant over a
feeble expiring fire. “TI go out like it,” mused he
sadly. When lo! the Nightingale’s voice struck
even his dull ear, and aroused him to thought.
But it distressed him. ‘“ Oh cease,” he cried: “do
not bring round me the visions of my youth—
of those days of power and activity, when the eye
never wearied of seeing, nor the ear of hearing—
the days of aspiring enjoyment. Now, crippled
and weary, useless, cumbering the ground, leave
me to patient endurance: let me at least forget
the past.”

“The same sun by day, the same moon by
night,’ sang the Nightingale. “The past a type of
.the future. Life ever returning. Love the eternal
‘senewer.” And as the song went-on, past and