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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a butterfly.
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Men fear death, as if unquestionably the greatest evil, and yet no man knows that it may not be the greatest good.
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Or in the battle's van,
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But whether on the scaffold high,
Or in the battle's van,
The fittest place where man can die
Is where he dies for man.
Death is a black camel, which kneels at the gates of all.
Death is a black camel, which kneels at the gates of all.
The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.
The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.
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I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter.
So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
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So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore.
Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before,
Advanced a stage or two upon that road
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Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before,
Advanced a stage or two upon that road
Which you must travel in the steps they trod.
