Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.

Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.

It is never death because they live in your heart foever.

It is never death because they live in your heart foever.

Death--the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.

Death--the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.

So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts read more

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.

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.

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.

Now comes the mystery.

Now comes the mystery.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.