A DEATH-BED


by: James Aldrich (1810-1856)

A death bed

  • ER 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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