Death
FROM THE GREEK OF AGATHIAS .
Why shrink at Death, the end of all our woes —
Life's healer — mighty mother of repose?
If good, 'tis good for ever; but if ill,
It wounds but once, and then the pang is still.
Life's wan diseases strike us o'er and o'er;
The traveller of death returns no more!
Why shrink at Death, the end of all our woes —
Life's healer — mighty mother of repose?
If good, 'tis good for ever; but if ill,
It wounds but once, and then the pang is still.
Life's wan diseases strike us o'er and o'er;
The traveller of death returns no more!
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