Monday, January 14, 2013

So Live, That When ...



So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take 
His chamber in the silent halls of death, 
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, 
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed 
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave 
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch 
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. 



William Cullen Bryant

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