Funeral Poems & Readings

A Death-Bed

A funeral poem for comfort during unsettling times

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A Death-Bed

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!

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