EMANCIPATION.
Why be afraid of death ; i ‘hough your life were breath? Death but anoints your eyes wit! clay. Oh, glad surprise! Why should you he forlorn? Death only husks the cowi. Why should you fear to meet the thresher of the wheat? Is sleep a thing to dread? Vet sleeping you arc dead, Till you awake and rise, here, or beyond the skies. Why should it be a wrench to leave your wooden bench ? Why not with happy shout run home when school is out? The dear ones left behind! O, foolish one and blind, A diy and you will meet —A night and you will greet. This is the death of Death, to breathe away a breath, And know the end of strife, and taste the deathless life. And joy without a fear, and smile w ithout a tear ; And work, nor care to rest, and find the last the best.
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White Ribbon, Volume 23, Issue 273, 18 March 1918, Page 12
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153EMANCIPATION. White Ribbon, Volume 23, Issue 273, 18 March 1918, Page 12
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