DEATH.
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When death is drawing near, And thy heart shrinks in fear, And thy limbs fail, Then raise thy hands and pray To Him who smooths the way Through the dark vale. Seest thou the eastern dawn? Hear'st thou, in the red morn, The angels' song? Oh! lift thy drooping head Thou, who in gloom and dread Hast lain so long. Death comes to set thee free, Oh! meet him cheerily, As thy true friend; And all thy fears shall cease, And in eternal peace, Thy penance end. —From "Sintram."