There's No Such Thing as Dath

There's No Such Thing as Dath

"There's no such thing as death;"

To those who think aright,

'Tis but the racer casting off

What most impedes his flight:

'Tis but one little act,

Life's drama must contain;

One struggle keener than the rest,

And then an end of pain.

"There's no such thing as death;"

That which is thus miscalled,

Is life escaping from the chains

That have so long entralled:

'Tis a once hidden star,

Piercing through the night,

To shine in gentle radiance forth

Amid its kindred light.

"There's no such thing as death;"

In nature nothing dies!

From each sad remnant of decay

Some forms of life arise;

The faded leaf that falls,

All sere and brown to earth,

Ere long shall mingle with the shapes

That gave the flowers birth.

"There's no such thing as death;"

'Tis but the blossom spray,

Sinking before the coming fruit

That seks the Summer's ray;

'Tis but the bud displaced,

As comes the perfect flower;

'Tis faith exchanged for sight,

And weariness for power.

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1:22, p. 4

12.17.1859