Blood only stopp'd, and interrupted breath;
The utmost limit of a narrow span,
And end of motion, which with life began,
And smoke that rises from the kindling fires
Is seen this moment and the next expires;
As empty clouds by rising winds are toss'd
Their fleeting forms scarce sooner found
than lost. Prior.
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What is death? Oh! what is death?
"Tis the snapping of the chain—
"Tis the breaking of the bowl—
"Tis relief from ev'ry pain—
"Tis freedom to the soul.—
"Tis the setting of tho sun
To rise again to-morrow,
A brighter course to run,
Nor sink again to sorrow.
Such is dcath! yes, such is death!
What is death? Oh! what la death!
"Tis slumber to the weary—
"Tis rest to the forlorn—
"Tis shelter to the dreary—
"Tis peace amid the storm—
"Tis the entrance to our home—
"Tis the passage to that God
Who bids his children oome,
When their weary course is trod.
Such is death! yes, such is death. ~Anonymous
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