On Life
Death, thy beauty is praised by none,
Thou art thought to be ugly;
But, it is not so:
Because you, O Death,
Have set me free.
When Life turns her bright face
From mortal eyes, this is Death.
But it is only so Life might
Take one by the hand and
Lead to a brighter place.
You, Death, only extend thy
Hand so it might be taken.
But, should one turn their face
From you, and Judgment, it may
Be grasped by a hand most foul,
A hand, which does not love.
The one who truly fears thee not
Knows well what life they’ve led,
And, in their goodly ways, pass jury’s duty
On their own conduct before the great Judge.
The one who fears thee truly
Knows well what misdemeanors they
Entertained in life.
They too, shall pass on themselves judgment
And to a less pleasant abode than yours be sent.
You lead us to the truest
Life, that life which is the Light of men,
The greatest glow of beauty’s Truth,
That Light, and Life, is True Love Eternal.
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