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“O Death where is thy Sting?”

She sleepeth: would ye wake her if ye could?
Is her face sad that ye should pity her?
Did Death come to her like a messenger
From a far land where is not any good?
I tell ye nay: but, having understood
That God is Love, Death was her harbinger
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[The rest of the manuscript is missing from the notebook.]