Henry Vaughan Quotes on Death
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But felt through all this fleshly dress Bright shoots of everlastingness.
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I see them walking in an air of glory Whose light doth trample on my days, My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmering and decays.
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Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just! Shining nowhere but in the dark; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark!