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God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.
God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.
It is never death because they live in your heart foever.
It is never death because they live in your heart foever.
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.
The death-change comes.
Death is another life. We bow our heads
At going out, we think, and read more
The death-change comes.
Death is another life. We bow our heads
At going out, we think, and enter straight
Another golden chamber of the king's
Larger than this we leave, and lovelier.
And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect,
The story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves.
The will of God is all in all. He makes,
Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all.
Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that read more
Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.
But whether on the scaffold high,
Or in the battle's van,
The fittest place where man can read more
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.
The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.
The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.
Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live.
Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live.
