Her suffering ended with the day, Yet lived she at its close, And breathed the long, long night away In statue-like repose.
James Aldrich (1810 - 1856)
Source: A Death-Bed.
Contributed by: Zaady
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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