Dying

Beauty goes out to meet a greater beauty,
— Something we cannot grasp, who cry our loss —
Something God meant when he made the first morning,
— Something he meant, who stumbled with a cross!

Beauty goes out to meet a greater beauty,
Something we cannot grasp, who cry our loss —
Something God meant when he made the first morning,
Something he meant, who stumbled with a cross!
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