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DEATH.
Is it so terrible
To die, when we are weary of the world—
To cast away the trials and the cares
Of life, as doth the glorious morning sun
Cast off the clouds of night? [OMITTED]
To die, when we are weary of the world—
To cast away the trials and the cares
Of life, as doth the glorious morning sun
Cast off the clouds of night? [OMITTED]
[OMITTED]What though the ills
And sorrows of humanity do press,
With heavy weight upon us;—like the flow'rs,
That bend at eve beneath the heavy dew,
Yet when the glorious sunlight beameth forth
Spring gladly up, awakened by its rays,
And renovated by the very load
Of moisture which had bowed them to the earth,—
So shall the cares, the sorrows, and the pains
Of human being but invigorate
The soul, when soon the sun of Righteousness
Shall burst in holy splendor.
And sorrows of humanity do press,
With heavy weight upon us;—like the flow'rs,
That bend at eve beneath the heavy dew,
Yet when the glorious sunlight beameth forth
Spring gladly up, awakened by its rays,
And renovated by the very load
Of moisture which had bowed them to the earth,—
So shall the cares, the sorrows, and the pains
Of human being but invigorate
The soul, when soon the sun of Righteousness
Shall burst in holy splendor.
Duganne.
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