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XLV. | XLV. DEATH THE BEFRIENDER.
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XLV. DEATH THE BEFRIENDER.
To wait and hear, as soft as feet in snow,Ay, and as cold, Death coming down the way,—
To feel we have not very long to stay,
And then a journey where we cannot know:
Ah, this would wring the sweat-drops from the brow,
Would force our lips to falter and to pray.
But some there are, who, dying every day,
Have made Death friend and neighbour long ago.
Of such art thou, and here as thou dost lie
To wait thy first resolving into dust,
The creed of “Allah” passes with a cry;
Nirvâna from its wide-world throne is thrust;
Fresh from a tomb in sight of Calvary
Stands One to whom my death-hour I entrust.
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