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.
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I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens.
I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens.
A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own.
A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
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Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.
