The Sleep of Death
We nightly die ourselves to sleep,
Then wherefore fear we death?
'Tis but a slumber still more deep,
And undisturbed by breath.
We daily waken to the light,
When Morning walks her way,
Then wherefore doubt Death's longer night
Will bring a brighter day?
Then wherefore fear we death?
'Tis but a slumber still more deep,
And undisturbed by breath.
We daily waken to the light,
When Morning walks her way,
Then wherefore doubt Death's longer night
Will bring a brighter day?
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