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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

James Aldrich (1810–1856)

A Death-Bed

HER suffering ended with the day,

Yet lived she at its close;

And breathed the long, long night away

In statue-like repose.

But when the sun, in all his state,

Illumed the eastern skies,

She passed through Glory’s morning gate,

And walked in Paradise!