Maxioms by James Drummond Burns
Behind, he hears Time's iron gates close faintly,
He is now far from them;
For he has read more
Behind, he hears Time's iron gates close faintly,
He is now far from them;
For he has reached the city of the saintly,
The New Jerusalem.
I have been dying for twenty years, now I am going to live.
I have been dying for twenty years, now I am going to live.