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Cold hand, I touch thee! Perished friend! I know What years of mutual joy are gone with thee; And yet from those benumbed remains there flow Calm thoughts, that best with chastened hopes agree. How strange is Death to life! and yet how sure The law which dooms all living things to die! Whate’er is outward cannot long endure, And all that lasts, eludes the subtlest eye.
Cold hand, I touch thee! Perished friend! I know What years of mutual joy are gone with thee; And yet from those benumbed remains there flow Calm thoughts, that best with chastened hopes agree. How strange is Death to life! and yet how sure The law which dooms all living things to die! Whate’er is outward cannot long endure, And all that lasts, eludes the subtlest eye.
In print by 1888 AD · industrial
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- John Sterling (identity unresolved)
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- In print by 1888 AD · industrial
In print by 1888: recorded in A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations (catalogued1888). Collection publication is an upper bound for this wording, not its earliest origin, composition date or the author's lifetime.
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- A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations (catalogued1888) (1888 AD)
Page 173 · printed citation: John Sterling · subject: DEATH
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