There is no death! The stars go down’
To rise upon some other 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 mellow fruit,
Or rainbow-tinted flowers.
There is no death! The leaves may fall,
The flowers m a y fade a n d pass away —
They only wait, through wintry hours,
The warm, sweet breath of May.
There is no death! The choicest gifts
That Heaven hath kindly lent to earth
Are ever first t o seek again
The country of their birth;
And all things that for growth of joy—
Are worthy of our love or care,
Whose loss has left us desolate,
Are safely garnered there.
The voice of bird-like melody
T h a t we have missed and mourned so long
Now mingles with the angel choir
In everlasting song.
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.
And sometimes, when our hearts grow faint
Amid temptations fierce and deep,
Or when t h e wildly raging waves
Of grief or passion sweep,
We feel upon our fevered brow
Their gentle touch, their breath of balm ;
Their arms enfold us, and our hearts
Grow comforted and calm.
And ever near us, though unseen,
The dear immortal spirits tread;
For all the boundless universe
Is life — there are no dead.
(John Lucky McCreery)
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