WHERE IS THE SPIRIT-WORLD?
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BY A NEW CONTRIBUTOR.
Perhaps the World of Spirits Is the invisible air, And every soul inherits Its endless portion there, When mortal lays its mortal by, And puts on immortality. Then round us and above us Unseen, the souls of those That hate us and that love us In motion or repose, To plan and work our good or ill, As when on earth, are busy still. For Enmity surviveth This transitory life; Spirit with spirit striveth In an unending strife; All roots of evil planted now Eternally shall live and grow. So friendship ever liveth Immortal as the soul, And purer pleasure giveth As longer ages roll; And hope and joy and inward peace Forever heighten and increase! Our homes and dwelling-places, The country of our birth, The old familiar faces Endeared to us on earth, And every source and scene of joy Our spirits’ senses shall employ. So shall our true affections, To earthly objects given, Form intimate connections Between our world and heaven; And all our long existence move In an unbroken stream of love.