Her suffering ended with the day;
Yet lived she at its close,
And breathed the long, long night away,
In statue-like repose. But when the sun, in all his state,
Illumed the eastern skies,
She passed through glory’s morning-gate,
And walked in Paradise!
Don’t Be Sad When I Die
When tomorrow starts without me, and I’m not there to comfort you, please know that I still love you, ’cause I know you love me