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That I must die, it is my only comfort; Death is the privilege of human nature, And life without it were not worth our taking; Thither the poor, the prisoner, and the mourner, Fly for relief, and lay their burdens down. Come then, and take me into thy cold arms, Thou meagre shade; here let me breathe my last. Charmed with my Father’s pity and forgiveness, More than if angels tuned their golden viols, And sung a requiem to my parting soul.
That I must die, it is my only comfort; Death is the privilege of human nature, And life without it were not worth our taking; Thither the poor, the prisoner, and the mourner, Fly for relief, and lay their burdens down. Come then, and take me into thy cold arms, Thou meagre shade; here let me breathe my last. Charmed with my Father’s pity and forgiveness, More than if angels tuned their golden viols, And sung a requiem to my parting soul.
In print by 1888 AD · industrial
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- Rowe (identity unresolved)
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- In print by 1888 AD · industrial
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- A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations (catalogued1888) (1888 AD)
Page 169 · printed citation: Rowe · subject: DEATH
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