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DEATH, THOU ART BEAUTIFUL
DEATH, thou art beautiful, and happy art thou, Death!
And thy strange calm and smile remote shall hold
A peace unbroken by my sobbing breath,
My living lips that tremble at thy cold.
Yet thou art beautiful, and happy art thou, Death!
For in the grave love lays to rest all fear
Change cannot come, and never perisheth
The joy of memories daily grown more dear.
Yes, thou art beautiful, and happy art thou, Death!
My trembling lips no more shall fear thy touch,
My dear one is with Him who truly saith
"Ye shall cast out all fear by loving much!"
