He who died at Azan sends
This to comfort all this friends:
Faithful friends! It lies I know
Pale and white and cold as snow;
And ye say, "Abdallah's dead!"
Weeping at the feet and head.
I can see your falling tears,
I can hear your sighs and prayers;
Yet I smile and whisper this:
I am not the thing you kiss.
Cease your tears and let it lie;
It was mine--it is not I.
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The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.
We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.
It is only the dead who do not return.
It is only the dead who do not return.
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In the democracy of the dead all men at last are equal. There is neither rank nor station nor prerogative in the republic of the grave.
To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
The wise man's eyes are in his head; but the fool walketh in
darkness; and I myself perceived also read more
The wise man's eyes are in his head; but the fool walketh in
darkness; and I myself perceived also that one event happeneth to
them all.
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Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life.
