Eternity

-Kternity has no grey hairs. The flowers fade ; tho heart withcrs; the man grows oíd and dios; the World lies down in the supulehre of ages, but timo writes no wrinkles of eternity ! Eternity! ötupeodous tbougbt! The ever present, unborn, unJeeaying and undying - the endless chaiu oomposing the life of üod - the golden thiead, entwiuing the destiuies of the universe. Erth ha its bcuuties, hut time shrouds them fir tho grave; its houors are but the sunshine of au hom , its palaces, they are but the gilded sepulehre; its pleasures, they are but as buisting bubbles. Not so in the untried bourne. In the dwelling of tho Almighty can come no footRteps of decay. lts way will know no darbeniug - eternal fplecdor forbids the approach of m'ght.