There Is No Death

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By nameless author
There is no death! The stars go down
To rise upon some other shore, And bright in heaven’s jeweled crown
They shine forevermore. There is no death! The dust we tread
Shall change, beneath the summer showers To golden grain, or mellowed fruit,
Or rainbow tinted flowers. There is no death! The leaves may fall,
And flowers may fade and pass away – They only wait, through wintry hours,
The warm, sweet breath of May. There is no death! Although we grieve
When beautiful, familiar forms That we have learned to love are torn
from our embracing arms – They are not dead! They have but passed
Beyond the mists that blind us here Into the new and larger life
Of that serener sphere. They have but dropped their robe of clay
to put their shining raiment on. They have not wandered far away –
They are not “lost” nor “gone”. … For all the boundless universe is Life.