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Our life's a flying shadow, God's the pole,
The index pointing at Him is our soul;
Death read more
Our life's a flying shadow, God's the pole,
The index pointing at Him is our soul;
Death the horizon, when our sun is set,
Which will through Christ a resurrection get.
The medicine chest of the soul.
The medicine chest of the soul.
Sublimity is the echo of a noble mind.
Sublimity is the echo of a noble mind.
But death is sure to kill all he can get
And all is fish with him that comes to read more
But death is sure to kill all he can get
And all is fish with him that comes to net.
