When he is forsaken,

Withered and shaken,

What can an old man do but die?

But an old age serene and bright, And lovely as a Lapland night, Shall lead thee to thy grave.

Hood.

Wordsworth.

DEATH.

stem;

She died in beauty, like a pearl dropped from some

diadem ;

She died in beauty, like a lay along a moon-lit lake;
She died in beauty, like the song of birds amid the

brake ;

She died in beauty, like the snow on flowers, dissolved

away;

She died in beauty, like a star lost on the brow of day. She lives in glory, like night's gems set round the silver

moon;

She lives in glory, like the sun amid the blue of June.

There are remedies for all things but death.

Carlyle.

How fast has brother followed brother
From sunshine to the sunless land!

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I see a hand you cannot see,
Which beckons me away;

I hear a voice you cannot hear,
Which says I must not stay.
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There's many an empty cradle,
There's many a vacant bed,
There's many a lonely bosom,
Whose joy and light have fled;
For thick in every graveyard
The little hillocks lie,
And every hillock represents
An angel in the sky.

In that dread moment, how the frantic soul
Raves round the walls of her clay tenement,
Runs to each avenue and shrieks for help,
But shrieks in vain!

Brutes die but once

Blest incommunicable privilege, for which

Blair.

Proud man, who rules the globe and reads the stars, Philosopher or hero, sighs in vain.

He fears not dying-'tis a deeper fear.

The thunder-peal cries to his conscience, "Hear!"
The rushing winds from memory lift the veil;
And in each flash his sins, like spectres pale,
Freed from their dark abode, his guilty breast,
Shriek in his startled ear, "Death is not rest!"

Mrs. Hale.

Death is the crown of life.

Were death denied, poor men would live in vain; Were death denied, even fools would wish to die.

Young.

He dies and makes no sign.

Shakspeare.