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

Jean Wright

Death an Epicurean

DEATH loveth not the woeful heart,

Or the soul that’s tired of living.

Nay, it’s up and away

With the heart that’s gay

And the life that’s worth the giving.

Seldom he stops where his welcome’s sure,

Where age and want are sighing.

Nay, it’s up and away,

For he scorns to stay

With the wretch who would be dying.

Ah, it’s youth and love and a cloudless sky

The epicurean’s after.

Nay, it’s up and away

When the world’s in May

And life is full of laughter.