Classic Poem

Death is no terror, friend!
It's a sublime sleep
That lulls the weary home
To rest — not to weep:
It is the solace of God —
A message for you
From those friends, gone before,
Those whose love is true.

The dream called death is not
The pain that you fear;
It's an ecstacy
Beyond man's compare;
'Tis life's joy — that's called
The Eternal Fair.