Epitaph, An

Like flaming comet on a darkened sky,
A God-sent ray
Streamed through the depths of forest gloom where I
Groped on Life's way.

I loved the warmth and kissed the golden glow,
I cried “Oh, stay!”
The sunbeam fled, and left me blackness, woe
And lifeless clay!
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