There is no death! The stars go down To rise upon a further shore; And bright in heaven’s jewelled crown They shine for evermore.
There is no death! The dust we tread Shall change beneath the summer showers To golden grain or mellowed fruit. Or rainlKiw-tinted flowers.
There is no death! The leaves may fall, And flowers may fade and pass away, They only wait, through wintry hours, The coming of the May.
There is no death! An angel form Walks o’er the earth with silent tread; He bears our best loved things away, And then we call them dead.
And ever near us, though unseen, The dear immortal spirits tread; For all the boundless universe life —there is no dead.
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White Ribbon, Volume 37, Issue 440, 18 March 1932, Page 9
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