Today my good friend Glenn informed me that his mother had passed away recently. I knew her quite well, and she was a very nice and considerate lady. It is tough- I remember the time my father passed away.
SINCE I have felt the sense of death, Since I have borne its dread, its fear— Oh, how my life has grown more dear Since I have felt the sense of death! Sorrows are good, and cares are small, Since I have known the loss of all.
Since I have felt the sense of death, And death forever at my side— Oh, how the world has opened wide Since I have felt the sense of death! My hours are jewels that I spend, For I have seen the hours end.
Since I have felt the sense of death, Since I have looked on that black night— My inmost brain is fierce with light Since I have felt the sense of death. O dark, that made my eyes to see! O death, that gave my life to me!
('Since I have felt the sense of death," by Helen Hoyt, 1887-1972)
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SINCE I have felt the sense of death,
Since I have borne its dread, its fear—
Oh, how my life has grown more dear
Since I have felt the sense of death!
Sorrows are good, and cares are small,
Since I have known the loss of all.
Since I have felt the sense of death,
And death forever at my side—
Oh, how the world has opened wide
Since I have felt the sense of death!
My hours are jewels that I spend,
For I have seen the hours end.
Since I have felt the sense of death,
Since I have looked on that black night—
My inmost brain is fierce with light
Since I have felt the sense of death.
O dark, that made my eyes to see!
O death, that gave my life to me!
('Since I have felt the sense of death," by Helen Hoyt, 1887-1972)
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