For I say, this is death and the sole death, When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.
For I say, this is death and the sole death, When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.
Death was past, life not come so he waited.
No work begun shall ever pause for death.
The Life, Death, Miracles of Saint Somebody, Saint Somebody Else, his Miracles, Death and Life, - With this, one glance at the lettered back of which, And Stall' cried I a lira made it mine.
Have you found your life distasteful My life did, and does, smack sweet. Was your youth of pleasure wasteful Mine I saved and hold complete. Do your joys with age diminish When mine fail me, I 'll complain. Must in death your daylight finish My sun sets to rise again.
Good, to forgive Best, to forget Living, we fret Dying, we live.
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